Dark Legacies Novels & Stories

“I have your daughter.” The line went dead silent. “I’ll text you the location. Come alone,” I said calmly. “Or the last memory you’ll have of her will be the sound of her screaming.” “You bastard—” I hung up. I stared at the screen for a long moment. My hand trembled slightly, but not from fear. From exhilaration. The kind that simmers just beneath the surface like a beast pacing in its cage. Nikolai. Dante. Even Alessia. They all thought they could escape the gravity of their bloodlines. But I know the truth: legacy is a curse. One passed from father to son, mother to daughter.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

"You know my name?" "I know the names of all mothers who walk into the dark for their children," she said softly. She walked over to me, her gaze dropping to my stomach. "Two souls," she murmured, reaching out a hand but stopping inches from my dress. "One Light. One Dark. The prophecy is true. If left alone, the Dark one will consume the Light before they draw their first breath." "We know the problem," Killian growled, impatient. "Give us the solution. The Archives said Queen Lysandra sacrificed her wolf. If that is the price, take mine. Take my wolf right now."

“Yes but that was because I drove her to it. I was much more ambitious in my younger years. I wanted to found a dynasty. If my mate could have produced Lycans then I would have bred an army’s worth.” “Why couldn’t your mate? It’s in your blood is it not?” I ask. “Yes I carry the genetics but only the women of our bloodline can produce Lycans.” He explains. “Us males just create normal Wolves. My daughter was the first female to be born of our bloodline for a hundred years. I should have cherished her. Protected her and instead I sought to use her.” I shut my eyes. The story sounds horribly familiar right now. “How have you changed your mind from what you were?”

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

Means nothing can go wrong if a Royal Pure Blood vampire decides to marry a human, a troll or any dark magic creatures. The problem arises when the Royals wed creatures with light magic. Their blood becomes tainted. That's kind of what happened with the Dark Prince. All went well with the vampire side of him. It's just that instead of inheriting light magic of the fae, it got mixed up, tainted and it turned into dark magic. So he's dark and dark. He has two dark sides. No balance. Half vampire and half dark fae. "Ohhhh. Wait, how about his three other siblings? They're just fine." Henri asked.

Reya exclaimed tearfully, covering her mouth. Even Greta sat up from her seat. Darkness released Derrick's Wolf, frowning as he looked at his bleeding hand, it had been painful recently, like an arrow wound, but getting clawed at, he expected it to heal but it wasn't. Seeing this as his chance, Derrick's Wolf made for Darkness again, but he had underestimated Darkness, Derrick's Wolf was grabbed by the neck by Darkness. Shadows wrapped around him holding his hand down. “You will die, not because your deal wasn't valid, but because you said what you shouldn't have. My White, will never be yours.”

The voice seemed to come from all around him, echoing off the walls. "Who are you?" he demanded, his hand on the hilt of his sword. There was no answer, but the voice continued to whisper in his ear. "The darkness may be defeated, but its legacy lives on. And you, Ryder, are a part of that legacy." Ryder felt a chill run down his spine. He had thought that defeating Emilia's darkness would bring an end to the darkness, but now he realized that it was far more insidious than that.

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...