Cannon Legacy Novels & Stories

"Bearer bonds?" Wallace's breathing quickened in an instant. "The thing is…" I paused and sighed, as if disappointed. "Those bonds have a three-year lock-in period. You can't cash them until they mature. And you know how my dad was—he was super particular about tradition. Before he died, he said his grave couldn't be touched unless a direct family member stayed there for three years to honor him. Otherwise, it would bring bad luck." Wallace's eyes gleamed with excitement.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

“Stronger than the legacy your father left. Stronger than anything Cassandra or Damien could ever destroy.” His fingers traced slow circles on my palm. “A legacy of our own.” I nodded. “Exactly.” As the night stretched before us, I knew—this wasn’t just the end of a battle. It was the beginning of something greater. And this time, it was ours.

Alex asked the commander. “Cannons are weapons of antiquity,” Hassan replied. “They don’t count on the Treaty of War’s End.” “Perfect,” I grunted to my dismay. We all kept our heads down during the two rounds of four cannon salvo. Before the fourth round could fire, I took the courage to look up the slope and checked the landship. Upon firing, the cannonballs’ speed slowed down before my eyes. My instinct told me to hurl rocks at them. Three cannonballs were struck, and their trajectories diverted away from town, but the last one that I missed hit the wall. Once everything went silent, everyone looked up the slope to scan around. No one was hurt, much to our relief.

Cannon snorts, hands buried inside his coat. “I hope so,” Wendigo gave a half-shrug, "maybe alone, I can't, but together, I'm very sure I can,” he glances at the Black gun by his side. “Useless mortals” The smirk on Cannon's face was so chilly, it was as though he was mocking the stupid guys who thought they could defeat him. “Not all mortals are as useless as you think,” Wendigo brags, he just doesn't understand who Cannon is and what he is capable of cause if he did, he won't have been blabbing nonsense.

The setting was deliberate-open, airy, looking toward the sky, not down at the conquered city. “We've spent a year fighting over a legacy,” he began, his voice calm, devoid of the fierce passion of his "Lion's Roar" or the cold steel of his siege commands. This was different. This was the tone of a man laying a cornerstone. “We've defined it, contested it, bled for it, and secured it. But a legacy that exists only to be defended is a museum piece. It's static. It dies.” He paused, letting his gaze travel over their faces—Ben Carter, Sarah Pena, Arthur Welch, a few other key loyalists.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

“It shouldn’t be too far from where we are now; it should just take a couple of hours” They emerged from the forest and into a clearing. At the other end of the clearing, they could see a small building with some lights coming from it. “I told you that I smelled humans.” Angel smiled, “I never doubted that nose of yours.” Angel’s stomach rumbled and he blushed. Drake smiled and chuckled at him. “Looks like your hungry. Let’s go find something to eat.” They crossed the clearing, several hundred yards from the cabin. As they came up to the small cabin a shot came from one of the windows. Drake moved with lightning speed and deflected the bullet. Angel saw Drake’s eyes turn slightly blue. “Hold

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

"A lot of terrible things like what Adulf Cain? " "I don't know. I don't care. Just that I do not wish to die--forgotten. Like you will be, like we all will be, yes save those who loved us of cause. But there are more generations after us--. " "To leave a good legacy is a path to immortality Adulf. And you could start by fighting this." "No. This is me. " "No its not. That's cynical unhappy deperesson talking. You Cain, you're a happy boy. "