Hephaestus Legacies Novels & Stories

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Not cruel. Just Seren. Marked. Spiraled. Sovereign. She didn’t look away. Not anymore. Because monsters could be holy. If the fire burned hot enough. And some legacies were forged not in the choosing of thrones, But in the refusal to let them survive.

Unlike his biological grandchildren, spoiled by their mother Catherine, Emilia was the chosen one, the heir to his hard work and dedication. With each step, Emilia's resolve grew stronger. She would honor Mr. Henry's memory, rebuild her family's name, and destroy Marcus Blackwood's empire. The journey ahead would be challenging, but Emilia was ready. She had struck the first blow, and now it was time to claim her birthright.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

“ I remember when her newborn son was stolen in the middle of the night. Hera’s fury was fierce; many settlements were burnt down in her anger.” “ Too bad that was all a sham to hide the truth!” Akki exclaimed. “ Queen Hera’s firstborn son was named Hephaestus. And he was a Half-Breed!” Kronos raised an eyebrow. “ How could that be possible? King Zeus is a Pure-Blood.” “ Oh, those two have never been faithful to each other. They both have had many bastards; of course, they kill them once they’re born.” “ Uh-huh. And how do you know this?” Kronos asked, unconvinced. “ Why would Hera keep you alive if this was the truth?”

Her son Hephaestus tried to release his mother from her humiliating position, for which Zeus threw him out of heaven, and his leg was broken by the fall. Please be aware that the tales above aren't owned by the writer. These are researches carried out by the author in order to give you a clearer understanding on what may come and future plots of the book. Researches I mean does not involve plagiarism of another individuals work or just a quick copy and paste search. What has been written above have various connections to Born By Power. Most of the tales told above are direct stories from the original myth and are implemented into serving fittings for Born By Power (Time Uprise of Time or The

Little by little, with the help of her wolf, she progressed and now that her mate had fucked up, they feared secretly for what might happen to her or what might become of her. Lucas was brought out of his thoughts by Chaos hard tone as she gave an answer to Lucien’s question. “That was why I came here Luce. I’m still thinking about it but in the meantime, I wanted to ask mum to call dad’s friend Hephaestus, the god of dwellings, furnishing, weapons and fire… there are some things I have in mind that I wanted to discuss with him...” And then Chaos launched into details of the things she plans to carry out.

“And remind him: the Frostfangs are his, body and blood.” The return southward was swift, their steps lightened by the knowledge of an alliance easily won. Yet Lucian could not shake the memory of Philipa’s final plea. He knew Damian would see it not as weakness—but as opportunity. And indeed, back at Damian’s estate, the Alpha already awaited their return, his expression unreadable, his ambition shar---

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.