Cannon Legacy Novels & Stories

“You miss me as much as I miss you ?” "No, Not at all ! I miss my youth ! I'm crying because I'm reminded of the pain I felt in losing you, in losing us and I regret the time I lost in romanticizing the past with you in it. Where does history go when the relationship ends ? Is there a storage locker in the unconscious that keeps the memories until you meet up years later at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere ?" Isabelle asked. “It was real,” Calvin remarked. “Yeah ! It was real,” Isabelle concurred.

I had to clarify things for them all. “This was not the work of the rogues. Not the ones I grew up with at least. Rogues have limited resources. We make our arrows out of tree branches. No two arrows look the same. This one looks very much like the first one that was shot at us while we were leaving Aeron’s pack,” I explained. “And the funeral? Why do we have to bury him immediately? And how soon are we talking?” Darius questioned.

Not as a shadow of the past, but as the architect of chaos. And as I stare into the fire burning before me, watching the last photo I have of Adriano curl and blacken in the flames, I know this is no longer just about revenge. It’s about legacy. Justice. Blood. He thinks we’ll bow? No. Cassian Nero is about to learn—some empires may bleed, but they never kneel. Not to ghosts. Not to traitors. And never to the damned.

“No. But I think it’s time we stop building around power and start building around permanence. Around legacy.” That word, legacy. It hung between us like a loaded weapon. Ariella leaned back. “Legacy is for people who’ve finished fighting.” I smiled and retorted. “Or for people who are finally choosing what’s worth fighting for. I let silence breathe. It wasn’t a trap; it was a recalibration. She would test every word. She should. I had trained her to.

"Think about your own legacy. What kind of future are you leaving for your own children?" Lorenzo's hand paused, the barrel of the gun still pressing into my back. For a moment, his expression softened, and I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Then, it was gone, replaced by cold resolve. "My legacy will be one of power and fear," he said, his voice final. "Not love and weakness."

Sebastian watched him carefully, a frown creasing his brow as he tried to make sense of Adam’s words. “You heard me, Sebastian.”, Adam replied, his voice edged with irritation. “Your grandfather’s backward thinking is holding us back. He’s stuck in the past, refusing to embrace the changes that could benefit our pack. And it’s not just the technology, it’s everything! His refusal to adapt is driving a wedge between us and the other packs, making it harder for us to defend ourselves against potential threats.”

Jasper followed Callum's footsteps and left, leaving both father and daughter. “Lyra” Davies said. “You really need to do chose, and be fast.” He continued. “The pack has been at war between itself. It would bring a lot of peace and good for the pack to live in harmony as a pack once again. EVERYTHING IS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. MAKE US, OR BREAK US.

Donald continued, “When two armies are combating, we can’t expose our main forces in advance. Instead, we should send the cannon fodders to test their weapons and strategy. Once they start the battle, we can find the opponent’s main combat power and remove it. Only then shall we, the main troop, go down to the battleground. By then, our opponent would surely die.” “Imagine what would happen if we send the main force directly and this is destroyed by the opponent’s attack? Doesn’t that mean we’d be defeated on the first wave?” Sean nodded knowingly. “Alright, Dad, I understand now.” “So, where can we find these cannon fodders? The people who hold a grudge against our enemy. These people will

‘Still, sentiment aside,’ another executive chimed in, ‘do you really believe the Bennett brand can survive without being absorbed completely? There was a pause, before Sebastian replied. ‘Survival isn’t about legacy. It’s about efficiency,’ he said to the man. My fingers tightened around my wine glass. This was my father’s life's work. I needed to say something. I put down the glass gently and cleared my throat. ‘Absorption would be a mistake,’ I spoke clearly. All heads turned to look at me, and I felt Sebastian stiffen beside me. But I didn’t care; I had to do what was needed.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"