Dark Legacies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And running one of the darkest, bloodiest wolf-fighting rings in the country. Now, I’ve been sent to Las Vegas to help bring down the operation, alongside Alphas Arkyn and Creed. But how the hell am I supposed to focus when the ghost of my past—the mate who broke me—is pulling the strings? Worse, Legacy, Arkyn’s own son, is financing the whole thing. I buried him once—how the hell do I bury him again when he’s standing right in front of me? Orion's story starts now. Daily updates.

“Lucian, you need to understand things as I do know, so you know it’s no one’s fault; mine, his or yours.” “Don’t tell me you slept with him.” Lucian tightened his grip on her hand, and when her gaze fell to it, he slipped his hand away from her. “Go on.” “Do you know anything about the war between the gods and the dark?” she asked. On the couch, Lucian reclined, then he adjusted. “I am aware. My bloodline is adamantly opposed to the light, my forefathers pledged us to the dark. How do you know about that?”

The Dark One continued but trailed off again as he coughed out more blood. He didn’t let that stop him. “So now,” he forced the words out and even grew a smile. “We will witness how darkness takes its toll and how destiny unfolds in the shadows as two past lovers— one chosen and one forgotten, will create the color I have strived to create for decades— black. The forgotten one shall kill the other one to become the Chosen one and the Lord of Darkness, and with this, I can rest peacefully in the aftershadows, knowing that my legacy is preceded...”

The room returns to quiet as the messenger unfurls an old, crumpled parchment, revealing faded symbols faintly glowing under the candlelight. Lumina’s fingers tremble slightly as she leans in, her mind racing through every ancient language, every forgotten ritual she’s ever learned. "Ah!" Lumina echoes... Her fingers trembling. "She took an oath with a dark magic spirit caster..." "I thought Latifa was the last one," Bianca recalls. "Latifa was a descendant of Adiorina, the strongest woman to possess dark magic. Melissa seems to have consulted the sacred spirit of Adiorina," the young messenger explains.

Jessica demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound strong. Her father chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction as he gestured toward the shadows pooling at the edges of the room. From the darkness emerged a figure cloaked in black, its form shifting unnaturally, as if it were made of liquid shadow. Its face—if it could be called that—was featureless, save for two glowing red slits where eyes should have been. “I am what you’ve feared most,” the figure said, its voice layered with echoes, as though countless voices spoke in unison. “I am your legacy. Your curse.”

Can they do that before they lose everything? The Legacies of Fate, the next generation continuation of the original Fated series, follows the children of our Fated characters. The first one is for Angel and the twins of Nightshade. The second is for Blakely of Shadow Falls. The Legacies of Destiny, the next generation of our favorite characters from the Dark Moon series, which included "Design of Fate", will see many twists and turns as well as ups and downs. Just like the original two series, these two new ones will also be crossovers.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“Light and Dark are one and the same. You, stupid old woman, you can not have one without the other. That is what balance is, or did you fail basic science class? They were always meant to work together unfortunately you must have missed the memo.” My words hung in the air as Helena's face contorted with rage. I could feel Diamond's fierce satisfaction as this woman, the architect of so much suffering, finally realised her plans were crumbling. "You have no idea what forces you're playing with, girl," Helena spat, struggling against Brent's iron grip. "The prophecy speaks of a great darkness that can only be contained through sacrifice. Without proper guidance, your brother will become that

As if he'd been dead a very long time, and all that remained was just a shadow with his face. "Say something!" he shouted. "Tell them I was defending the family!" Helen swallowed. Her words fell apart like broken glass. "The family. would have been better off if you had never existed." The officers jerked him to his feet. His knees wavered, but they caught him, pinning on handcuffs at the back. "You were supposed to carry the legacy," she whispered. Brigs laughed—bitter, snapping. "I am the legacy." No," she said, stepping back as they dragged him off. "You're just the end of it."

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3