Blink: Legacy Novels & Stories

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return"

Alex’s fingers twitched at his sides, the scent clinging to the hallway like a ghost. Not just magic. Something older. Something from before the world broke into packs and territories… before the flames of war turned kingdoms to ash. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as his gaze locked onto Lara’s door. A strange pressure pulsed just beyond it. “Do you feel that?” Crane asked beside him, voice low and strained, eyes flickering gold. Alex didn’t answer at first. His mind swirled with memory and warning. Moon Wielders, he thought. Or what’s left of them.

Xiao Yao said mocking the user a bit, after all, achieving a perfect ranking is only possible in the tutorial. "Tutorial? I didn't have a tutorial, when I woke up in the middle of the war of some ancient empire with the sword stuck in my belly the system I was given announced the mistake of being sent there... Well, it's a long story, I did it win and the lord god apparently to apologize let me have the maximum score. I'm the only SSS rank user, of course, I stole the core of that world, and I was going to destroy... Cough... Cough... well, that's it”

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Ignoring the filth, he reached into the pile of ash, still warm with residual magic, and dug frantically. His claws were stained black with charcoal, his nail beds filled with soot. Finally, he dug out a corner of a fragment that hadn't completely burned. It was the corner of a yellowed parchment. It showed only half of his young profile—back when he had just presented as an Alpha. His eyes were clear, looking at someone outside the frame. There was also half a page of a charred vow. The handwriting was blurred by fire, but the last sentence was faintly legible:

, with a dark grin as the welcome screen glowed across the dashboard. *****

“Then why?” “Legacy infrastructure!” Of course. New governance. Old code. Old dependencies. The deepest mistakes rarely disappeared just because people changed the policy. Root stared at the map. “The fallback reference hierarchy still exists.” “Can we disable it?” “Yes.” “Do it.” Tess hesitated. “It may destabilize worlds that haven't completed self-reference.” “How many?” “Approximately six hundred thousand.” Silence. Root closed her eyes. No easy switch. Again. The Anna voice screamed. The fracture pulled downward.

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

Needed to be used. I did not know how dangerous that need would become.

Aeron states. My eyes widen as I look at him. I glance down at the book. This is my family’s legacy. Do I want to read this? Do I want to even know? Surely my mother should have been them one to tell me about this, it feels like a betrayal to be learning it all from someone other than her. “It’s there for when you’re ready.” Cain states. I sigh. I know they mean well, but it feels too much. This all feels too much. But then, maybe I’m being ungrateful.