Cannon Legacy Novels & Stories

Each day spent honing my abilities—whether in human form or as a wolf—was a step closer to fulfilling my destiny among these legendary fighters. Today, I would prove to my father and myself that I was ready to lead the kingdom's warriors as Gamma, with strength and strategy. I watched the warriors in the ring, their forms a blur of muscle and speed. The Royal Pack boasted the fiercest warriors the entire realm had ever known, possibly all realms. Their unmatched skills and uncompromising loyalty made them legends in their own time.

"He wants to trap us in a burning building while the world formats around us." We didn't take the main elevators. We took the Sandbox—a vertical service shaft that bypassed the public sectors. Xander carried me, his feet hitting the metal rungs with a rhythmic, thunderous force, his strength bolstered by the residual 175% sync still thrumming between us. We reached the Legacy Port in less than three minutes. The hangar was a vast, cold cavern filled with the smell of old oil and stagnant magic. In the center sat a hulking, silver-hulled transport ship—a Legacy Asset from the era before the Dragons disappeared.

The High Inquisitor’s face darkened, his ornate crimson robes billowing as he slammed the heel of his staff against the earth. "Batteries, target the primary gates!" the Inquisitor screamed. "Bring down the false dawn!" A mile behind the silver legion's front lines, six massive brass Sun-Cannons groaned as their crews locked the heavy barrels into position. The white-hot orange glow began to pool in the recesses of the brass, drinking in the pale morning light just as they had in the Whispering Ravine. They were preparing to release a concentrated volley of solar fire that could vaporize ten feet of solid granite in a single strike.

"We reveal together, Kael. The bond holds." The ruins held them in victory's glow, emotions weaving unity anew, drawing toward the legacy ahead.

She heard her mother’s voice—Luna Elara’s steady, haunting echo from years ago: "Do you think I loved bearing heirs into a lycan court and Alpha counsils that wanted to see them as crowns assests and not children?" Gods, how that stung now. Nyma and Kael had never been just kids. They’d been legacies, threats, calculated assets in every alliance ever drafted by ink or blood. Their breaths were measured. Their futures plotted. Their scars expected. And yet, she remembered—because she couldn’t forget—the lullabies hummed when fever wracked her body. The strong arms holding her after her first shift left her howling and frightened and foreign in her own skin.

“We will. Together.” As the pack began to move back toward the safety of their territory, Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that the battle they’d just fought was only the beginning. The real war was still to come.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

Just the man I saved—and the man who was currently breaking my heart. ​"What are you doing here, Mr. Cromwell?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The 'Legacy' is inside." ​"The Legacy is a lie," he said, taking a step into the moonlight. "And you shouldn't be talking to Velez. He’s a vulture, Hannah. He doesn't want your talent. He wants to take the only thing I have left that's real." ​He didn't call me 'Martin.' He didn't mention the footage. He just stood there, the distance between us filled with the things he was too proud to say.

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

I drew in a breath, trying not to let that affect me, even though it did, and I used my thumb of the same hand I was holding my phone with to call Cannon because my other hand couldn’t seem to relinquish its fascination with her hair. “Yo, man, where you at?” Cannon answered. “I thought you said you were going to get online so we could play tonight.” Cannon was a defensive end rusher for the team as well as my best friend. He was also obsessed with every survival game to ever be invented. I usually gave in once or twice a week and played a round or two with him. And I had promised to get online to pair up with him this evening as soon as I finished my weekly, big brother check-in with Izzy.