Hadrian Legacy Novels & Stories

“Even if you don’t trust our intent and doubt me and Darius, that’s fine. But at least give us a little grace as we would never do something so horrendous to the son of the man who led you. All of this is for his future.” They all shared glances. Even Frank’s face started to soften. “If there comes a time when something even bigger comes at us and we can’t do more with my powers and need brute strength, wouldn’t it be great to have the vampires on our side? They have the speed and the strength. Aaron. That’s the name of Aeron’s child. He’s not here today because I didn’t know how you would all take it, and I didn’t want things to get ugly in front of him. He’s the heir to all of this. He’ll

I say. These mates of mine have saved me, have given me a life that I didn’t even know I wanted, and now they’ve given me a family. Our family. I pull Aeron’s arms a little tighter and slowly drift off with a smile on my face. THE END ******** This is the end of the first book in this series. The second book is called the Lycan Inheritance, and the first few chapters are up now. This book follows Adriel, all grown up and now the Lycan King. Rosalie, Aeron, and Cain are still in this book so you’ll see more about how their relationship has grown and developed.

Michael says catching my eyes in the mirror again. I turn in his arms so that I am facing him. Taking his lips in a gentle kiss. I look into his soul shattering eyes "I Julisa Hero, daughter of Alpha Ricardo Hero and Lorella Bravo accept you Michael Hades as my mate and Alpha." Michael grins kissing me again and looking me back in the eyes "I Michael Hades Alpha of Shadow Pack and son of Alpha Kurt Hades and Klair Blaze accept you Julisa Hero as my mate and Luna." I grin Michael leans down taking my lips in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless.

My frown increased and as if to prove my words once more, she rolled to her back with her legs sticking in the air as she yawned at me. “I would take your word on it but that would not mean that I will lose the fear I feel for her. In case you haven’t noticed, only you have a pet which you can scold and the pet is not a normal one. Legend has it that this animal is a pet for Gods and cannot be killed. Tell me my dear wife how you came across her again?” Arius asked but I was not paying him attention. My focus was on the location where Adela head was looking, she was in resting mode and yet she pointed her head to a direction that was not comfortable for her like she was trying to tell me som

"Adrian Lancaster's relationship with an architect named Elias Voss. And whether his marriage to Celeste Moreau is genuinely what it appears." Helen's hands stilled. "You're treading dangerous ground, Mr. Dane. The Lancasters crush people who threaten their reputation. Jobs disappear. Loans get called in. Opportunities vanish." "The question is, do you know something worth those risks?" Her gaze remained on the fountain. "Adrian was always different from his grandfather. Quieter. More thoughtful. Reginald Lancaster is a man of his generation, traditional, unbending, concerned with legacy above all else." "And Adrian isn't?"

‘Still, sentiment aside,’ another executive chimed in, ‘do you really believe the Bennett brand can survive without being absorbed completely? There was a pause, before Sebastian replied. ‘Survival isn’t about legacy. It’s about efficiency,’ he said to the man. My fingers tightened around my wine glass. This was my father’s life's work. I needed to say something. I put down the glass gently and cleared my throat. ‘Absorption would be a mistake,’ I spoke clearly. All heads turned to look at me, and I felt Sebastian stiffen beside me. But I didn’t care; I had to do what was needed.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice casual as he greeted me. "Hey, you changed your mind already?" Adam chuckled, but I could hear the hesitation in his tone. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "No, actually, I need your help with something," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know where I can find the witch's cabin." There was a pause on the other end. I could almost feel Adam's brow furrow through the phone. "The witch's cabin? Luke, what are you—"

“I heard you didn’t disobey the SE.” “No, sir,” she replied calmly. “Loyalty like that…” He poured himself a drink, “...deserves reward. Your salary just doubled.” “Thank you.” Donovan walked back to his desk, trailing his fingers across a row of miniature sculptures of famous empires—Rome, Babylon, Egypt. “You know, Adele,” he murmured, “Kate… William… Mr. Howard… just wait. Their downfall is crawling closer than they think.” He turned his back on her, signaling the end of the meeting.

“You either adapt or drown, and I can see you’re already struggling.” Gabrielle scoffed, her defenses rising to protect her wounded pride. “I’ll figure it out. I don’t need your advice.” “Suit yourself,” Damian replied, shrugging as he turned to pick a book from the shelf. “But if you ever want to learn how to swim in these waters, you know where to find me, right?” Gabrielle felt the spine of tension within her shift as she watched him walk away, pondering the strange conversation. His arrogance was infuriating, but there was an odd comfort in his casual rebellion.

Adrian returned from a failed run in Lyon, exhausted. “It’s over, Alejandro,” he said, defeated. Alejandro walked over slowly. Calm. “No,” he said. “We’re not done.” He opened a locked drawer and took out a black satchel. Inside were four flash drives. “This,” he said, holding one up, “is my legacy. Failsafes. Political leverage. Surveillance footage. Bribery chains. If I go down, so do they.” Adrian looked at him warily. “You’re going scorched earth?”