Charmed Legacies Novels & Stories

“Both of you can leave then. It’s impossible for me to strike a deal with you as well. I will never let anyone know about what you wish to learn from me!” Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows and patted Shea a moment later. “You should go outside.” “Miss McKinnon…” Shea shook her head and said softly, “I can’t leave. I promised Mr. Brighthall that I would protect you. I won’t be able to come back in time if something happens when I’m outside.” “It’s fine. Look at her leg.” Charlene had lost a leg, and her other leg was all skin and bones. She could never lay a hand on Deirdre unless it was what Deirdre wanted.

And that was a legacy worth fighting for. **THE END**

"It makes us strangers who share DNA. Nothing more." Catherine looked at me. Her eyes were sad. "That is not how Charles sees it. He sees you as his daughter. His heir. His legacy." "I do not want his legacy." "You may not have a choice. When he dies, everything he owns goes to his children. His legitimate children. And his illegitimate ones." "Liam is his legitimate child." "Liam is one of them. But there are others." My blood went cold. "Others?" "Charles has been busy. Affairs. Mistresses. Children all over the country. You are not the only one."

“Promise me you won’t tell Charity? I made a promise to Corey that she wouldn’t find out.” “Corey?” I stumble, mind racing about what he has to do with any of this. “Conrad? What the fuck does that have to do with Dugray?” “Shit,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know Charity is from Red Saw originally, right?” “Yeah,” I nod, “her dad was a warrior there. They moved so he could get promoted. So what?” He shakes his head, scratching the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable with this conversation. “He was the gamma.”

His jaw locked. Fiona crossed her arms. “It mentioned ‘legacies,’ Charles. And it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. Coded, clever but unmistakable.” He didn’t speak. Instead, he moved to the fireplace and stared into the flames. “You’ve seen this style before, haven’t you?” Fiona asked, stepping closer. “The tone. The precision. It reminded me of the package that arrived last week,the one with the forged medical forms and the USB.” Charles turned slowly.

Noticing my movement, he scurries away like the grimy little roach he is. Backing up without paying attention, he rams into the legs of Charity, who was made to be a Gamma for a reason. I swear she got her education worth living next to the Gamma family at New Moon. She may be small, but she is deadly. His little squeal of terror has a menacing laugh coming from both of us.

She asked, pointing to the bags that the staff were offloading. "I wanted Charlie to spend some time with his aunt, uncle, and grandmother. Is that too much to ask?" Elizabeth asked, Lila knew there was more to it, but she did not push it further. If Charlie was there for the holidays, then why did her husband have to come there with them? Was he on vacation as well, or would he be going to the office from here? "Yeah right," she said and then added in a lower voice,. "I am fine," Lila said, like she was not contemplating running away at that moment.

he questioned me and Esme furiously. "Mommy doesn't want a free son! She can give birth to one herself!" Esme retorted loudly. "You're just a kid. Why are you meddling in adult affairs? Grace, come over and take her away," my mother commanded on the sidelines with her face full of utter disgust. After shooting me a glare, my mother turned to lavish praise on Sabrina and Benjamin, "Please don't mind her. She has taken after her mother. Sabrina is much more tactful than Isabella, so the son she will give birth to later will surely have a promising future.

“You’ll still move, still speak, still sleep beside whoever your heart aches for—but every word will taste of him. Every breath will hum with his name. And when you try to leave…” She taps the hollow of my throat. “You won’t.” My stomach knots. She stands slowly, joints cracking like branches under snow. “Legacy doesn’t come from blood,” she says. “It comes from choice. From sacrifice. From what you’re willing to burn.” Kael steps between us before I even register that he’s moved. His hand is near his blade again. His voice is low, steady. “She’s not ready.” The Seer laughs. Not cruelly. Not kindly.