Txt Lore Novels & Stories

Chris led the way, and we followed. “I thought you liked the forest?” I asked Liora as her step faltered. “I did like the forest when I had literally zero friends,” she said, remembering old times. “I still like it, though. Right now, I just want to beat LOL122.” I let out a grunt. “You and that game. I bet it's a child playing it somewhere in a café before school, sitting mindfully behind a chair and beating your ass,” I teased, and she glared at me, tears glistening in her eyes.

THIRD PERSON POV The Lagos Polo Club lounge was a sanctuary of dark wood, leather that smelled of money, and air conditioning so cold it felt like a different continent. Here, the noise of the "commoners" outside—the sirens, the shouting, the struggle—was muted by soundproof glass and the clinking of crystal.

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."

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She had to read to the end to get the gist of the book's contents. She read sentence by phrase until she discovered a description of the world of witches that wasn't so horrible. Lora has hope that she can move to a better place from here because the world is full of brightness. "I really shouldn't be here," Lora said. Her hand reached for the book's final page. She took out the map from the book and drew the cardinal directions in brown ink. Pigeon feather map writing devices were soaked in ink and used as sketching tools. Lora plans to follow the arrow out of werewolf territory one day. She already possesses half-werewolf blood, but none of the wolves are interested in being her partner.

The vellum pages whispered as they turned, filled with an elegant, flowing script I could not decipher—the Old Elven tongue. "Our own libraries hold similar accounts of the legends surrounding K'tthar," Lorien explained, his long fingers ghosting over the script as if communing with the words themselves. "But this codex… this one is different." He continued through the pages, the rustling sound the only noise in the room, until he found his place. He paused, drawing a slow, deliberate breath.

But this territory was not only large but its influence was very dangerous. [The Territory of R'lyeh emerges. The territories have clashed.] There are breakers capable of creating territories. A breaker capable of creating a territory is considered a huge combat asset. When two territories are created, they clash. The weaker territory will be extinguished after some time passes. Estelle's eyes turned completely void black. The ground started to turn a dark purple color. The drunken feeling was starting to go away. Everyone was starting to sober up as long as they remained on the purple soil.

Bloody light spilt in, colouring them all in a cruel glow; the cold and still air greeted them. Liora took a deep breath, journal tucked at her belt, Kael’s knife beside it. She looked back at the gathered survivors, the old, young, wounded, pale faces. Wide eyes full of fear but they followed her. She was no longer just a girl with a book, she was the legacy. She stepped from the mountain into the unwritten war. The forest was a graveyard, trees stood skeletal and grey, leaves long gone, and a thick, silent mist clung to the ground, like muffling steps. The only colour was the relentless red above; it was like walking through a nightmare.

and with that Lore pushed faster, the trees around us passing in a blur. Arriving at the Lotus pack, it was faster than I had imagined I could already see houses burning from miles away. Arnold’s warriors lay dead on the ground all around. I raced into the pack fighting off the rogues that came at me. Getting closer to Arnold’s pack house I saw Aztec’s wolf, Dain, fighting off a group of rogues that had surrounded him. I quickly rushed to his side. Lore bit down hard on the sides of a rogue that had its claw deep in Dain’s thigh. The rogue whimpered and a crack was heard from its side. Lore broke its rib. Arnold was soon beside me, holding a long sword.

Derivation: Vae (Pulse/Energy) and Lin root for (Flow/Line/Thread) The lore of Liriars will be further explored in the 4th installment of this book universe (Universe of Shadows and Dreams), Six Graves of a God.