Cannon Legacy Novels & Stories

The man who'd destroyed me and was now the only person who could help me survive. Richard had definitely left me with one hell of a complicated legacy.

He lifted his head and lets out deep breath and said," Son,I want you to become my next in line, take over my legacy " Taking over dad's legacy, involves so much than physical beings Dad might be Dracula but he's kinda fetish... "Dad,i already have my pack, remember.... I am not just a vampire but a werewolf?"... I declared openly and hoped he'd understand... He took back his eyes and walked to the photograph of mom I left hung on the wall "Wow, I cannot believe that our son would be this selfish,". He pressed his hands on mom's photograph and was talking to her picture..

Andrew inquired, taking a few strides toward them. “I can see you’re in support of her running away from me, right?” Quincy proclaimed, giving Andrew a stern look. “I just feel you’re taking things too far,” he answered. He was trying his very best to confuse Quincy to let Elena go. He couldn’t believe why Quincy was so ruthless and heartless. Ever since he had found his mate, Elena, he had always made life a living hell for her. He had never for once given any breathing space for the poor lady and Andrew had grown a lot of hatred for him. He had fallen for Elena at Quincy’s back and Elena had also done the same. However, there was nothing they could do. Most times, he thought of getting rid

She is a complete package. Rana Pratap kept himself away from most of the matters since Arthur came to take Myra with him. He officially transferred the crown to Arjun to take care of Legacy later on. That Legacy which he had protected and for which he abandoned Myra and Minerva once. He betrayed his own blood Myra. And now she became the protector of Legacy itself. Rana Pratap didn't dare to look at Takht. He remembered his meeting with Myra. Nobody knows that he had met her secretly after her arrival in India hearing about Ranvijay's situation.

’ Demi remembered trying to use it once and Nova telling her that it’s basically a normal pen right now. ‘Well I’m sorry alright? I used that pen to write this reality, it must’ve run out of ink?’ Nova was unsure why sa well. He knows that losing his abilities might have a large role on the artifacts as well. ‘But it’s nearly impossible for the pen to lose all its ink.’ Nova said while sighing. He knows nothing just like Demi, and he used that inked pen for millions of years already! ‘Sometimes I just wonder if you’re really a god.’ Demi looked at Nova and shook her head.

Gwenn has done hers. The first thing I did was to go through the records and select the list of potential new council members, Gwenn did the final selection and then I went around creating new legions, I did four more because I knew we would need more warriors to help with the new dangers that were arising. These warriors were sent to deal with the occasional sighting of a creature thought to either be extinct or mythical. When it was too much to handle, my wife was called. Adela was no longer around, going back to wherever she came from and I was a little bit glad about that but it just meant that Gwenn was to go alone for her missions because her companions were gone.

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.

Elena’s POV ​I thought the light would fix everything. I thought that once Alaric and I joined our powers, the world would simply change. But as we walked out of the ruins of the industrial district, I realized that the "New World" was not going to be born without a fight. ​The sun was up, but it was hidden behind thick, black smoke. The Council had not sent an army to meet us; they had done something much worse. They had set fire to the old Sterling warehouses. They were burning the history they couldn't control.

Layla and Savannah make polite small talk and then thankfully the alcohol starts to kick in and my nerves start to cease. “Tell me about Aeron and Cain.” I say, after I’m a few drinks down and my courage is growing. “What do you want to know?” Savannah asks. “Anything, what were they like growing up?” Savannah smiles. “Cain was a nightmare. He was always getting into trouble. Aeron was my dependable one, my reliable one.” “What about me? I was reliable.” Layla says and Savannah snorts. “Oh please, you spent your childhood either daydreaming or chasing the boys.”

“twenty years ago.” Ethan’s grip tightened around the phone. Seventeen years. A strange discomfort spread through his chest. “What are you saying?” he asked. Victor’s voice softened slightly. “You were five years old when the Cross estate was attacked.” Ethan went still. Images flickered in his mind—fragmented, broken memories he had never understood. Fire. Smoke. Running footsteps. A burning pain in his arm. A woman screaming his name. Then darkness. He had always believed they were nightmares.