The Legends Novels & Stories

And yet all I could think was—if they had killed her instead… The thought made my chest clench until my breath burned. --- Before I could voice it, another figure entered. Erynos. My oldest counselor. His robes trailed incense; his staff clicked against stone. His eyes—pale and old as bone—fixed on me with an unease that unsettled even my wolf. “There is more, Majesty,” he said softly. I frowned. “Speak.” “There is a legend,” he began, “older than the border between your kind and theirs.”

In addition, regarding the leak of Sabini Group case files, I will formally file a lawsuit against Dante Romano and my former assistant, Lucia Bianchi, on charges of misappropriation of trade secrets. I had just said that when my vision suddenly went dark, and I fell straight backward.

Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

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He found himself impressively overwhelmed not only by the sheer historic importance of these documents, but also because the prophecies spoke of the expiration of the bloods of the Old. He feared that the first of the visions written have come into passing. The scrolls he found were written by the last of the true prophets, during a time of historic darkness, the Legaliath Cross, back when magic was free to be harnessed by every man and woman and child. The Legaliath Cross was a devastating war that decimated the bloods of the Old into nearly a hundredth; only a handful of clans remained able to use magic, and even among them, few survived the assassinations that ensued as they fight for the

But the figure only laughed softly. You slaughtered kingdoms in her name. The bond recoiled hard. Fragments slammed through Lyra again— Kael kneeling beside a ruined throne covered in ash. Entire battlefields swallowed by darkness. Kings begging for mercy. And Kael giving none. The emotion attached to the memories hurt worse than the images themselves. Not pride. Grief so overwhelming it turned monstrous. Lucien cursed quietly under his breath. Selene looked shaken now too. Because they all understood the terrifying truth: The legends weren’t exaggerated.

“Have you ever heard of this legend…” “A legend?” “A legend from the ancient times.” When the man mentioned the ancient times, a look of monstrous hatred shot out of his eyes. “Let’s hear it.” Jay was getting interested. “Legends say that back in the ancient Summer Dynasty, there was an outstanding prince. His Royal Highness was not only devastatingly beautiful but also possessed extraordinary wisdom and a kind heart. He truly cared about his country and his people. However, on his wedding night, he was betrayed by his fiancée when she poisoned his beverage. He died at the hands of his lover.

A part of him felt sad, but another part felt betrayed. They say every legend holds the power to shape minds. There is a reason they have been around for so long. But when the ones who should fight against those predefined stories to support you clung to them instead, it felt like cruel fables meant to twist the hearts of those who should love you most. Somehow, these legends weren’t just stories in our world anymore. They had become unspoken laws etched into the minds of every werewolf, whispering fears and suspicions into even those who should be your strength.

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen