Charmed Legacy Novels & Stories

“As protocol demands. Legacy cannot be assumed, Luciano. Even by you.” Luciano’s mouth twitched. “Legacy wasn’t what made me. I bled for this empire before half of you had the courage to name your enemies aloud.” “Nevertheless,” Ricci continued, “the charter states—” Luciano cut him off. “The charter was written by dead men. If they wanted it followed, they should’ve lived longer.” Gasps echoed through the chamber. Some amused. Some offended. Aria stood behind him, chin high, ignoring the way eyes slid over her like she was a trophy, or worse—a liability.

I had imagined spending my life with her, but it seemed my hopes had been in vain. ___ Alina's POV The gathering ceremony was amazing, the hall was filled with people. It was held at one of the Lorgan family's renovated, generations-old castles. The room was beautifully adorned with werewolf sculptures, chandeliers, and various activities like opera, dances, and a casino. Smiles were on everyone's faces. The theme was ball gowns and suits, but I wore a V-neck dress with a low back, complemented by green emerald jewelry. I felt wonderful in this breathtaking dress and couldn't wait to thank Sebastian for making it possible. Without Alpha Lorgan's permission, I wouldn't have been here in the f

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

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.

He did not know how they would react if they discovered he was the Golden Liberty's master. "Okay, let's continue talking about the Chapman Legacy," William said. "The Golden Liberty has many terrifying legendary stories, which are supported by several other powerful forces. "And the Chapman Legacy is one of them!" "What? The Chapman Legacy is so powerful that they're comparable to the Golden Liberty?" Jennifer was shocked. "Although they can't be compared to the Golden Liberty, they're not far behind. So, the Chapman Legacy is indeed powerful. They're the strongest in Hodbridge and even the entire province."

Charlie nodded and then said a little emotionally, “Although Vintage Deluxe belongs to the Moore family, it has extraordinary significance to me... So, Jasmine, you have to make Vintage Deluxe’s reputation bigger and stronger so that you will not let my destiny with it down.” In the beginning, if Charlie’s father-in-law, Jacob, had not mistakenly knocked over that antique vase at Vintage Deluxe, Charlie never would have had the opportunity to obtain the . If there was no , there would only be Young Master Wade and not Master Wade in Aurous Hill today. That was the reason why Charlie felt that Vintage Deluxe meant a lot to him. However, Charlie did not know that when Jasmine, who was beside h

It was a secret not yet ready to be spoken aloud too many times, lest it lose its shape or turn against us. The Legacy Common Hall rose into view like a cathedral carved from ambition and fire. Gold-fluted pillars framed the entrance. A chandelier the size of a carriage loomed overhead, its crystal drops catching the warm light like the glint of watchful eyes. The moment we crossed the threshold, the air shifted. Heavier. Colder. Hungrier. This wasn’t just a place to study or socialize. This was the stage where legacies rehearsed their dominance. And there, beneath a cascade of amber light by the bay windows, sat Ingrid Marrow.

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Marie lifted her glass once more, watching the rain streak down the skyline of Makati, and whispered to the city below to herself, to the ghosts of her past, to the man who once promised her forever: “Let’s see how long your peace lasts, Charles.” She drank, slow and deliberate. Somewhere across the ocean, the Billion legacy had just begun to crack and Marie Drams was finally smiling again.