Conqueror's Haki King Legacy Novels & Stories

Her voice echoes out. I take a deep breathe in, letting my wolf talk to me as we make the decision together. I was done with my past, done with the past that would have me being controlled. It wasn’t about the money, it was about regaining Mum’s legacy, about keeping her name alive. Avenging her in her death when I couldn’t help her during her life, where I couldn’t protect her from him. Which each business, each account, each share I claim back in

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

Madeline, our vampire princess greeted, her blonde hair was neatly made in a braid as she wore a simple white knee long dress, her father being the vampire king of this realm, though I was unsure whether or not he had returned from the ball, as I was waiting to hear of what happened in the ball after I had taken my princess and left, expecting the night to still be young in the human realm, though after what had happened the ball would’ve most likely been over, at least I think. “Thank you” Kiara said smiling, she lowered her gaze not looking at Madeline who gave her a warm welcoming smile, having been excited to see the mystery girl who had caught the eyes of the hybrid king, I was the high

He wasn’t someone who could be easily conquered because of the mighty power he possessed. But Quincy used his powers the wrong way. He was a self-centered person who ruled his pack brutally and never cared about anyone’s feelings. His things are always vicious and he was so fierce. “I said, beg me!” Quincy snapped, and threw Elena a kick at the side of her stomach and she went staggering to the ground. Her eyes met with that of Andrew again and made a pleading expression for him to come to her aid. She was in pain and she needed his help desperately. She knew he couldn’t do anything, but she at least needed him to stop the beating.

Aurora could feel her grandma's tense muscles loosened. "The witches gave a few chosen humans the ability to hunt these creatures down and kill them. It will soon be your responsibility to carry on the legacy." Aurora's eyes flew open. "What legacy." "We are werewolf hunters darling it's our responsibility to maintain the balance of this village." "What are you saying, Grandma." Her mind was comprehensive. She didn't quite understand what Ellis was trying to say. "You kill these creatures and you expect us to follow in your footstep. What if they were wild animals that probably felt threatened."

Winston’, why, oh why? “I heard that the Nicoli matriarch is finally gifting the ‘Heritage of the Bloom’ to her trusted descendant!” one of the stylist’s assistant chimed in. “For sure, they would gift it to Ma’am Lorica. She is the only one left unmarried in their family.” “But, doesn’t rumors say that it is actually meant to be ft to Ariadne Mendoza, since she is the most beloved wife of the eldest son of their clan?” the continue to banter louder. “But, isn’t she nothing but a scandalous wench who prances on rich bachelors?” This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers.

My mind was clearer, more precise. I realized then that I had become the instrument of vengeance. Not merely for myself, but for the legacy stolen, the name defiled, the empire taken. I was Kastiel Valecrest—the real heir, the Alpha King, the reckoning that would sweep through the corridors of power and cast every deceitful shadow into the light.

another male says from our other side. I turn my head and then immediately dip it into a low bow to the regal, statuesque male and his dominating presence. I’ve never met him in person — he left the pack several minutes after we did, and I didn’t see him before we left. But my wolf and I both instinctively recognize our king, the king of all werewolves and lycans, a direct descendant of Conan — King Malachi. “Your Majesty,” Reid says from behind me, his head dipping into a bow as well.

"How can it be so easy to obtain my Legacy? If you are alone, congratulations, you are dead meat. If you are two men or women, congratulations, you are also dead meat... Hahahaha... How can a group of outsiders get my Legacy?" The voice rang out again. However, this voice was obviously left behind in advance. After it came out, it disappeared without a trace. However, these were enough for Zephyr Khan. Just as he had expected, this guy was the Immortal Emperor. Even if Zephyr Khan had reached this point, he would have to secretly scold him-you're ruthless!

he said simply while she turned to him and without hesitation began to pounce at his chest countless times before leaving him in grudging steps. The blue and red hunter immediately went to the king's side and glared at the insolent woman who was walking ahead. "Are you alright, your highness?" the blue hunter asked. GD just smirked, "Hakyi, I've been into war. Her punches wasn't even close to the bites of tardigrades." Hakyi, the blue hunter just bowed and joined, Osiris, the red hunter from behind. ***