Hadrian Legacy Novels & Stories

Unlike the silence that had accompanied my mother's entrance, there were whispers and comments instead. "Silence!" commanded my mother as she approached Adriana and Daemon. "When you disrespect my family, you disrespect me! Lycan Queen Adriana is my long-lost grandchild, descended from my eldest son, Prince Thorn. Lycan King Daemon is her mate. You WILL treat them with the respect they deserve!"

he countered, and raised himself from the ground. Andrew watched him stride out of the room and wept silently. He was heartbroken. That day was the worst day of his life. He felt dreadful, and his heart was filled with guilt. He had offended someone who had trust in him. He silently prayed for her forgiveness as he carried her dead body out of the bedroom and out to the deepest part of the woods where he secretly dug a grave for Elena and buried her of his own accord. He stayed at her grave mourning her for the whole night, pleading with Elena to forgive him and promising that he would make sure he gets revenge on her behalf.

She is a complete package. Rana Pratap kept himself away from most of the matters since Arthur came to take Myra with him. He officially transferred the crown to Arjun to take care of Legacy later on. That Legacy which he had protected and for which he abandoned Myra and Minerva once. He betrayed his own blood Myra. And now she became the protector of Legacy itself. Rana Pratap didn't dare to look at Takht. He remembered his meeting with Myra. Nobody knows that he had met her secretly after her arrival in India hearing about Ranvijay's situation.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

“Adrian had Celeste. He had money. He had power. He had a family. He had a legacy.” He turned around, eyes gleaming with a twisted mixture of longing and hatred. “And now, I will have all of that through Isadora.” The soldier blinked. “Through her…?” Lorenzo nodded slowly. “She is the last key. The last piece Adrian left behind. The girl who carries everything he once owned.” He crossed his arms. “I will remake the Sinclair family name with her. She will be at the center of the legacy I build. And when I am finished…” His voice lowered to a whisper.

“What the hell has gotten into you, Ethan? Ever since that murderer showed up here, you've been acting coldly towards your family. It's not fair in any way….” “Well, all of you should go to hell. Marga is the reason why I cheated on Lexi. She is the reason why I left Lexi.” I cut him off. “Are you being real right now? Lexi is a murderer. She killed her mother. How dare you choose a murderer over your own daughter, your flesh and blood, Ethan?” “If you called me just to scold me, Adrian, I'm afraid I'll have to hang up on you.” It wasn't just an ordinary threat and he knows that I wasn't bluffing.

And now he was there, where he could be with his brother and his father. The voice recorder had recorded the entire conversation Levi and Rose had had with April, where she confessed everything she knew, everything she did, and all the things that led her to where she was. Rose and Levi could see that it was late for Levi to make her heart fall in love with him. Levi understood that April was totally in love with Lucian Sadharthe, the Son of Hades, the man they’d been looking for during the last two years.

He raised his hands up to express his frustration before he quickly turned around to leave, my face still frozen with that shocked expression as I could only stare after him, words evading me. What...the fuck just happened... "Wait, Nate-" My father tried to stop him as he rose up, barely managing to utter those words when he suddenly whipped back around, staring him down with a scowl on his face, "Don't worry, Lysander, you'll have your stupid wedding. And that stupid ritual. I'm not THAT dumb. I will not jeopardise the lives of my people, just because I'm feeling like a fucking coward," Wait, was that a jab at me?

As if Grace’s defiance had disrupted the ancient algorithm of the Genesis Protocol itself. “This was never meant to be just about power,” Adrian said, sweeping his eyes over the council. “It was about control. Fear. Alaric ruled from the shadows, convinced emotions were weaknesses. But he was wrong. Love isn’t my weakness. It’s my strength.” “You sentimental fool,” one of the older councilwomen snapped. “You don’t understand the responsibility. The weight of the throne.” “I do,” Adrian replied. “I’ve bled for this name. I’ve suffered for it. And now I’m rewriting the rules.”

“The boardrooms, the press, the ghosts. Just… leaving everything behind Adrian’s lips curved into a small, wistful smile. “I think about it every day.” “And?” “I can’t,” Adrian admitted. “Knight Enterprises isn’t just a company. It’s my legacy. It’s what my father built, what I nearly destroyed, and what I’m finally beginning to fix.” Gabriel nodded slowly. “Then fix it differently this time.” Adrian looked at him, curious. “Differently?” “Lead it without losing yourself in it.” Gabriel’s gaze softened. “You don’t have to prove anything anymore.”