World Of Warcraft Fiction Novels & Stories

The world, events, organizations, and individuals depicted within these pages are products of the author's imagination unless otherwise stated. This story may also contain references to illegal activities, weapons, criminal organizations, and acts of violence. Such references are included solely as fictional plot devices and are not intended to provide instruction, encouragement, or endorsement of unlawful behavior. The author does not support or condone any form of criminal activity, abuse, harassment, exploitation, discrimination, or violence in real life.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

Instead it was a fiction book and I almost threw it up frustrated but an instinct just told me to read through. So I got up, locked my door to avoid any disturbance, relaxed in my bed and started reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Three hours later, I was shivering by the time I got to the end of the book because what the actual hell? It was a thrilling tale, a captivating romance but that is not the point. I hurriedly brought a pen and paper and jotted down some things that I had learnt from the book. According to this fiction, the Vorlaks were the first line of magical creatures created by the moon goddess and they were powerful, very powerful and beautiful until the moon goddess decided to create the w

Angela:As you say (as her and minos take queen Elvina to the bedroom) On Uranus news of the fall of Neptune had finally reached there and the king called a war summit Achilles (king of Uranus):General we have heard about the recent attacks on neighboring planets by that cryptoian kataros what do you suggest we do Lucan (commander of Uranus troops):I suggest we send for tropias our strongest warrior we all know he is as strong as kataros they both trained together on crypton and maybe he could possibly stop kataros

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

Teacher Fernando walk beside the window and watch the large field. The author of Illuminating Darkness has weird taste of writing history. The world building of Illuminating Darkness is kinda weird in some aspect, but lore must be quite superb dahil naging sikat itong libro. “His heart turned into the dragons; His kidneys turned into the Elves; His ears turned into beast people; His liver turned into mystical creatures; His brain turned into dwarves. His spirit became the seven orthodox Gods, and His knowledge gave birth to humanity.” pagpapatuloy nito habang naka-tingin parin sa labas.

“Only a small percent believes in shifters, demons, and magical creatures.” Sadia looked annoyed. “Of course they don’t believe in any of us. I said forget because we used to all live in the outside world together. Once the realms were rejoined everything was pretty good. Over time many wars started, and we had to disconnect ourselves from humans all together.” We walked side by side down the hall. “The wars were apocalyptic. Our world is still in the same realm but hidden from humans. Werewolves are crawling all over the human world. You can’t tell me they blend in that well?” This was all new to me. I didn’t know werewolves were real, but I wasn’t going to make that obvious. “They’re known

[Gia’s POV] Damen started his story by telling me that the world around us is not the whole picture. He told this fantastic tale about how werewolves (AKA shifters), vampires, demons, angels, fae, witches, warlocks, and just about anything else that one could imagine are all real. They live among us, work at many of our businesses and governments, and for hundreds of years they have kept themselves cloaked with help from witches, warlocks and other spellcasters.

“Yord, a land closed off from the world of pure humans. A vast land of trees, water forms, and mountains habited by every magical creature created by the gods. Before the wars started by pure humans began, our kind was living peacefully among them. When the first World War launched its first bomb Frey- the most powerful immortal being of Yord- saw how the pure humans used and abused his creatures for evil. He then created a barrier to protect his creations. His anger on pure humans became deeply rooted from then on. Never did a pure human set foot on our land ever again, the end.” Grandmother Willows closes the book called “The Legend of Yord” and puts it on the side table close to the moon-