The Lorien Legacies Novels & Stories

Lorist had fared pretty well for the beyond couple of years and had proactively developed from being a low-positioned task running Bronze soldier of fortune into an Iron positioned hired fighter veteran. Lorist was additionally very notable in the Dawn Academy, considering that he applied for one more three callings in the wake of finishing his supernatural monster studies and herbalism courses, among which included antiquarianism, ruin investigation as well as language studies. Having been among the positions of the soldiers of fortune for a long while, he came to comprehend that the legends encompassing the otherworldly human advancement was not without premise and was consistent with a sp

“And for your ignorance… you will cease to exist. And we will erase the very event of the human ever being the king’s mate… or ever crossing into Selvayra at all.” Lorien’s knees trembled as the truth sank in. They were right. He never even considered her. He looked at them one last time, desperate for pity…any pity. But the oracles’ had already decided. They raised their staff. A single wave of their hands followed. Lorien’s body broke apart , like ashes in the wind, it scattered, erased from existence. They laughed cruelly. “And this,” one oracle said, “is why the king forbids anyone from coming here.”

Victor left, and I stood frozen, trying to process what he'd just said about my parents. Lily touched my arm carefully. "Alexander, we should go somewhere private to talk." But I couldn't move because if Victor was telling the truth then everything I believed about my parents' death was a lie. And Richard had known and never told me just like he'd never told Lily she was his daughter. The Thompson family legacy was built on secrets and lies and people dying to protect corporate interests. I looked at Lily and saw my own confusion and pain reflected in her face. "I need to go." I headed for the exit.

“Not now. Lucen Dorne’s power, after ten years perfecting his ceremony, is already on a level we cannot imagine. Facing him now is the same as suicide.” He turned and walked toward a niche in the temple wall hidden behind an old tapestry. “While hiding here,” he continued as he pulled out an ancient book filled with writings, its surface covered in carvings that were nearly unreadable, “I found something. A forgotten legend, a story considered a fairy tale even by the historians of Zha'mar.” He placed the book upon the stone altar. “This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power o

Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic," I looked at him for a moment, peering between his eyes before I suddenly started laughing, apparently taking them both by surprise as they gave me weird looks. "Yeah, okay," I snorted, "You almost got me with this one," I let out another laugh, abruptly stopping upon noticing that irritated look on my father's face. But before I could say or do anythi

“Then let’s do it.” They gathered in the center of the courtyard, the air thrumming with anticipation. Aria pricked her finger, then Caden’s, their blood mingling on the fang’s surface. Finally, she gently pricked Rollan’s tiny finger, his soft cry piercing her heart. Their blood merged, and the relic blazed with golden light, its power surging through them. But as the light reached its zenith, a chilling laugh echoed from the shadows. Lena—forgotten in the chaos, stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You think you’ve won?” she hissed. “Darius was a fool, but I serve a greater power.”

(BACK TO PRESENT) Loren’s aura flared. She lunged and kicked at Valerie’s hand....But Valerie blurred backward in an inhuman streak of speed. “Aren’t you tired of this, dear sister?” Valerie taunted. Loren smirked wickedly. “No. I’m enjoying this.” Her body began to transform, bones lengthening, aura darkening, shadows crawling over her skin. Valerie smirked back, lifted the pendant ....And swallowed it whole. “NO!” Loren shrieked.

I sat back down, watching them. Tyrell glanced at Deirdre, and she looked apologetic. “I had to tell her,” she explained to him. “I’m sure the last thing she’ll do is tell other people about it. We trust them, right?” “It’s not about trust, Deirdre. It’s about history and loyalty. Her loyalties lie with the werewolves, and of course she’s not going to be very happy about the fact that your father does what he does,” Tyrell said.

He would have sent me away. If Ethan is thinking of getting back with me, then he must be joking. He should be with Margaret and as for me, I'll stay with his father. It must be hard for him to accept it, but he should deal with it. “What about him?” I asked, feigning ignorance even though I knew what she was about to say. “He got married to Margaret. In fact, Lily is his daughter and so is the baby in Margaret's womb.” I exhaled sharply. “Yes, Lia. I heard it. I saw everything. That was the first thing I saw when I was released from Prison."

"And I have you. That’s what the Tower wants. It wants to strip us of the one thing that keeps us human." Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to vibrate. From the gray mounds, figures began to rise. They weren't wolves or humans. They were hollowed-out shells of warriors, their armor rusted and their eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly blue light. "The Lost Legion," Zade said, stepping in front of me. He bared his fangs, but his magic was struggling in this realm. "They feed on the living. Stay close, Lyra. Use the Void!"