Charmed Legacy Novels & Stories

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.

Was he coming back for me, and was this his way of tricking Deirdre into thinking he had turned against me so she wouldn’t know when he would strike? “No,” I mumbled as my tears continued to flow freely. “No, please. Come back. Darius, please.” Judging by how much my chest ached, I knew I was only trying to cope with the heartbreak. He wasn’t coming back. The mate bond was dwindling, and it was making me weak and hopeless. “Get me out of here,” I called out, holding my hand out toward the door as I tried and failed to crawl out. “Deirdre…”

He roared. Twenty-eight years after Charlotte and Sebastian defeat Amy, the novel now centers on the life of their son, Justin. He returns home to take over the Gerano empire but on the day he returns home, he encounters a woman who challenges him to do his worst. He vows to take revenge on her, by bringing her to her knees. Luck is on his side when he finds out she works in his family company. ‘How didn’t I realize that the man I crossed paths with yesterday was my boss. I’m doomed,’ the woman said to herself as she looked at the devil.

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The crystal is a white, almost see through, barely an inch in length. “It’s got a protection charm on it.” Aeron states, taking the box from me and lifting the necklace out. He then sweeps my hair to one side of my neck and hangs the necklace around me before doing it up. “You can’t communicate with us through a mind link yet so if you’re in danger, if you need us in an emergency, you can hold it in your hand and think our names and we’ll know.” My eyes widen. “How?” “The Pack Witch made it for you.” Cain says, pulling a similar looking one from under his t-shirt. I glance at Aeron and I can see the outline of one under his too.

"I will confront the truth once you finish." She departed before he had the chance to reply. Charles found himself alone once more, gazing into the flames as they popped and scattered sparks toward the grate. If Kara was saying what he believed she was, then this conflict was beyond mere business. Greater than allegiance or vengeance. It was a Legacy.

Juliana tried to calm down and hoped that this meeting could be an opportunity to improve her relationship with her mother-in-law. "Grandma, look, Mom and I are playing with toy cars, we are chasing space robots!" Ishak said enthusiastically, trying to start a conversation and pointing at some of the robots and cars that were just lying around them. Her mother-in-law frowned slightly but then followed Ishak's game. However, Juliana feels increasingly marginalized and neglected. Sadness and disappointment began to creep into his heart, but she tried to be strong and not show it in front of Ishak.

“Oh child, I’ll keep them very well fed. Might even teach them manners while I’m at it.” “Good luck,” Isolde muttered. The message vanished in a puff of moss-scented air. Charlie turned back to the map with a slow, practiced sigh. “Right then. Where were we?” Cheyenne grinned. “We were about to kill a bitch.” The enchanted war map shimmered as Charlie waved his hand, changing the glowing sigils to show a detailed terrain layout—twisted trees, jagged cliffs, a crumbling cathedral nestled deep in a shadow-drenched ravine. The place where they would face Isolde’s mother for the last time.

"You didn't throw anything away. You protected our legacy. Don't let a ghost ruin what we have. We’ll find a way to have an heir, Charlie. A real one. Not some fake brat from the street trying to hustle us." Charlie looked at her, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He wanted to believe her. He needed the lie to be true, or his entire life was a mistake. But as he looked out at the dark horizon, he couldn't shake the feeling that the 'ghost' was already standing right behind him, waiting for the perfect moment to slip a knife between his ribs. If this is a game…” he said quietly, his voice hardening, “then I’ll be the one to end it.”

Behind the banana tree, Charity drew the leaves and walked out. She wore a discreet smile. “I didn’t expect Young Master Jewell to be so well-liked by girls. Girls these days are really bold and proactive. I’m old.” Looking at Charity’s pretty face, Chester could not help but smirk. “If you’re considered old, I’m even older.” “For men, the older, the more charming,” Charity said. “Really?” Chester suddenly grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it. “Do you think I’m charming?”