Novel & Cerita Cannon Legacy

“What’s really happening is that you keep showing up in my life pretending you’re doing me a favor.” He stood slowly, adjusting his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “You still think this is about love, don’t you?” His tone was quiet but it still sounded harsh. My pulse picked up. “If it’s not, then what is it?” As Cassian stepped closer, his shoes barely made a sound against the polished floor. “Legacy,” he said simply. “That’s what this has always been about.” He took one more step. “The Council wants to merge our bloodlines. My influence and your growing power. Together, we’d be untouchable.”

"The male we captured, he seemed to know about our existence. He knew who the Moon Goddess was." "She’s dead. The Moon Goddess is gone," Logan interrupted. Red froze. "Actually, legend says a new Moon Goddess will be reborn—stronger than before. Fifteen years ago, when a child was born in Lunar Pack, our best warriors were sent with one mission: eliminate the child. It was confirmed she was gone. We were satisfied. We began executing our plan to rule… but then the threats started. Years of planning crumbled, so we scattered across packs, hid our forms, and blended in. That’s how Mari ended up here," she finished softly.

Daniel replied with a head nod. "I know you have your plan, but I still think that this cannot work," Levi said simply. The families were at war, but especially for him, Lila was his archnemesis; they could never be tied in marriage no matter what plots their parents were trying to do. He was sure that she would be saying the same thing as well.

Stone pressed against him, his gray fur ruffled, the firedlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. The night deepened, the stars shining brightly above, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their centennial celebration, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the dark, their love a light that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and hope that echoed through the ages, carried forward by their descendants, the forest a timeless witness to their story.

Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin. “Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.” I had promised. And we both knew it was a lie. I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

I could feel her fighting behind me—the shift of her weight, the sharp exhalation each time her steel found flesh. We weren’t allies. We were just two predators who suddenly shared the same pack of wolves at our throats. One of the masked fuckers locked eyes on her through the slits of his mask. He froze for half a second in the middle of the carnage. Then the words tore out of him, raw and almost reverent, loud enough to cut through the steel and the dying. “The Black Legacy is alive.” I could feel Catherine’s whole body lock. I heard it and it was clear as the rain was hammering on the stones.

"She’s his property in his eyes. If he chooses to break her, there’s nothing we can do without starting a war." Kane stared at him in disbelief, his silence heavy with judgment. "I'm just being honest," Trevor added, raising his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. Kane took a ragged breath, the internal war raging between his loyalty to his family’s vendetta and the magnetic pull he felt toward the girl on the couch Suddenly, Lilly stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed with exhaustion and pain. She lurched forward, a choked sound escaping her throat as she vomited a spray of crimson.

He climbed onto the bed beside me—on top of the covers, maintaining a respectful distance—and handed me a controller. "What are we playing?" I asked, testing the triggers. "Legacy of the Void," he said. "Co-op campaign." I grinned. "I assume you want to be the tank?" "Obviously. You take the sniper support." For the next three hours, the CEO and the contractor vanished. We were ShadowKnight and PhoenixRising again. "Flank left!" I shouted, my fingers flying across the buttons. "Noah, watch your six! There's a reaper!"

I plan to buy some pillows while I'm out. Mrs. Johnson felt relieved when she heard this. "Gabby, please be careful out there. You haven't been outside Livinglake Farm, so you might not realize how harsh the world can be. We often see on TV how girls from small towns go to fancy places and end up in terrible situations. Oh dear, what will I say to my Sarah?" Mrs. Johnson's sad words echoed over the phone.