True Legend Book Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the darkness… that truth had already begun to awaken.

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”

“So, go run back to your daddy and tell him that the big bad hybrid still won’t work with you!” It finally clicked for Colin. The notion of working for his father was so ridiculous that he nearly laughed, and the smile on his face pissed Claire off even more. “I’d rather die than go back with any of you!” she hissed. That got Colin’s attention. Suddenly serious, he said calmly, “Claire, I know how it sounds. But I swear on The Goddess – you know how serious that is?” She did not nod, but she cocked her head slightly, silently allowing him to finish. “I swear on The Goddess that I am not a part of some big bad plan. I swear that my father specifically told me not to go after you, and that if

"This brave group will be the first ones to enter and leave the forbidden forest alive, a feat never before done. They will mark the beginning of a new era of heroes and bring a great change to the world. Their impossible feat will mark the beginning of the era of legends. "These warriors will be the first Legends!" Charles ran his head through his head. "Legends? What's that?" "According to this it's strongest members are these two, the master of chaos and the master of order." Sebastian suddenly stops. "No!" "What?" Sebastian flips the pages agitatedly, "I can't read them any more. I can't hear the words." Charles takes the book from him and calms him down. "Sebastian the fact that you cou

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

One in particular caught her eye. Legends of the End Times. She raised an eyebrow. Okay. A little on the nose. Still, curiosity won. She pulled it from the shelf. The book snapped open as if it had been waiting for her, pages rattling violently in a still, stagnant air. Far too violently. Most were gone. Torn out. The remaining edges were clean, deliberate — like someone had chosen exactly what to leave behind. Only one page remained. Scrawled across it in uneven handwriting that wasn’t printed:

I summoned Lanasia and Zaeramil to the public library to brainwash the humans that werewolves are fiction. We created books wherein we recorded the history of werewolves; their existence, the war between packs, the silver wolves, and the festival. It is stated to be the legend of such fiction. This is the beginning of werewolf fiction which resulted in multiple werewolf fiction in the future of humanity. The legend of werewolves... but no, the word is overused. "The Legend of Woof-Woof!" I suggested for the book title. "Seriously?" Zaeramil reacts. "That sounds unusual. But why?" Lanasia asks. I answered, "That will surely reach my descendant."

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”