Bloody Bones Legacy Novels & Stories

She had truly hoped that her mom was joking yesterday when she spoke about Jared but seeing that Elizabeth had searched her out to talk about it, it must be serious. "You know that Dad's company is seeing a little bump in the road and that was one of the reasons you got married to Levi. Skyline was going to give the company a bit of a revival, but now with Daniel dead and the battle for ownership at the Beaumonts, it means that the Skyline project has been put on hold." Lila nodded because she expected that this would happen.

Golden was shocked, but he ignored it for the moment because, at that moment, the Frost Wolf closed its eyes eternally. Golden also started to cry. He would never forget that Frost Wolf nor the time he lived with it. [System detected that the user received a Legacy.] [The Legacy doesn't match the user physique. Accepting the Legacy will be detrimental to the user.] [Remodeling the Legacy to match the user's physique.] [Legacy remodeled, the user will obtain all its benefits and enhancements without any side-effect.] Since that light shot into Golden's forehead, the system started with those notifications, but until the system started to speak about the contents of the Legacy, Golden didn't p

​The air in the sub-vault lobby was thick with the smell of ozone and the heavy, metallic scent of suppressed aggression. Elena stood her ground, her boots planted firmly on the cold concrete. In her left hand, she clutched the Legacy Drive, the pulsating green cube that held the only surviving shards of her mother’s soul. In her right, she held a short-blade, the edge humming with a molecular vibration that could cut through reinforced steel.

Silas roared, his voice amplified by the "Twin Frequency." From the shadows of the keep, the original Shadow Claws emerged. But they weren't the "Recycled Echoes" or the "Starlight Vanguards" anymore. They were the "Legacy of the Scars." Their bone-armor was stained with the blood of a thousand failed endings, and their obsidian blades carried the "Scent of the Rejected." Nyx stood at their head, his visor shattered, his eyes two solid pools of unmapped violet. He looked at the Shadow-Heir—the ghost of Kaelen’s "Weakness"—and didn't flinch.

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

“Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.” He takes a few steps towards me, but this time I hear them; loud and it pounds on the ground, like stepping unto the accelerator of my heart so it beats even faster. I silence my instincts plead to back away. “Our legacy,” he says pointedly with prominent emphasis. One that implies something. “You and your brothers are Apions. Our blood flows through your veins and all that we have is yours by right. Our home is your refuge.” Confusion pinches the corners of my face. I can see he sees my discomfort.

Trembling and bleeding profusely, Aaric stood leaning against the car that had been hit by him, making the five vampires frown. There were not many soul- possessors that they knew, some even have never seen this type of creature at all, therefore they did not know the extent of the creature's strength. "He is still alive?" one of the vampires muttered, looking amazed at the state of Aaric who was still able to move.

James’ expression turned thoughtful as he processed their words. At the mention of golden bones, James took pride in them. When he fell into the Aquasoul on the Forladtt Land’s third level, he lost his golden body. Fortunately, he received assistance from two mysterious remnant souls. Through Nirvana, they forged Nirvana Golden Bones, imbued with half Historial Power and Marciais Power. With this foundation, it enabled him to wield both powers at will. However, his Historial Power was still too weak, hence preventing him from unleashing its full potential.

It froze. It tore through me like a thousand blades, each one carving out a piece of me only to fill it with something new, something foreign, something that belonged but didn’t fit. My bones ached, my muscles twisted, my skin felt too tight, too small for whatever was being forced inside. I could feel it, the power, the legacy, the weight of generations of my bloodline, settling into my bones, my blood, my soul. It was too much. Too fast. Too everything.

Chapter 13 ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW My phone won't stop buzzing. Notifications pour in messages, calls, emails, alerts, a digital nightmare that started at 5:43 AM and shows no sign of stopping. I sit on the edge of my bed, dawn barely breaking outside, scrolling through the chaos with terror clawing up my throat. The headline blazes from my screen like fire: "LANCASTER LEGACY: DYNASTY BUILT ON DECEPTION?" Marcus Dane's byline beneath it feels like a death sentence.