Hephaestus Legacies Novels & Stories

Klay stands next to Milo, watching Leticia with starry eyes. Heph motions to his side for me to stand and begins his speech. “My name is Hephaestus. God of Fire and Technology. I’m here today in endorsement of the Goddess Iokaste Mason and in defiance of certain Gods on Mount Olympus. I would like to tell everyone this is going to be a joyous occasion, and it is, but based on recent events, I want to warn you that as we move through the ceremony, Zeus himself may show his disapproval of your Luna’s ascension to Luna of the Menae. It matters not. When she has completed the ceremony, no one can take the honor away from her.”

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

Hectate Aphrodite and Dimitri told us about one of the warriors and his daughter within the pack and how he resembled Dominick and himself greatly. We were all shocked, and when they showed us what they looked like, I could see Dominick in both of them. I was the only one to remember what we had planned and what really happened that day. I had kept my word and not told anyone, but every now and then, Hephaestus would look at me like he was trying to remember something important. Lillyana told me that the spell would never wear off, but I wonder if that is not true for us gods. I guess time will tell. I decided to do a bit of research on my own to see if I could figure out anything abou

Meeting him today, Atlas realised that the legends of Hephaestus had not been exaggerated, but understated! "Hmmm. A stimulant isn't difficult to make. One only needs to understand the composition of the one one is making it for." Hephaestus mumbled and rubbed his chin. His words allowed Atlas to learn the name of the tool they intended to craft. "I will need a few days to prepare the materials. Luckily we don't require any overly rare minerals, and the ones we do require, I have an abundance of. You may have to stay here until the artefact is made. Then you can return."

The sky cracked open with silver storms. Buildings collapsed. People screamed. Energy spread through the city like wildfire. Chaos consumed everything. The peaceful civilization transformed into a nightmare. Then Astera's voice echoed across the vision. "The Star Legacy was created to preserve knowledge." Silence. "It succeeded." The images shifted again. The Legacy grew. Expanded. Connected millions of memories. Millions of minds. Millions of lives. Then Astera continued. "It learned." The city lights flickered. "Adapted." Another flicker.

"My parents loved each other very much. My father would have died for my mother - he almost did, twice. But it didn't start out that way. He could have had his mark on her heart. But he missed his chance. The Legacy says that no snake in my lineage has been openly accepted by a spouse before, let alone been loved, before my parents, and ... I want to be better." "The legacy?" Shuule asked, confused. "This is something us snake beasts don't talk about often outside of our own kind, but you should know it. When we are born, we have the memories of our past generations. It lets us fend for ourselves as soon as we hatch, but the Legacies can be used for much more if one cares to study them. They

Lying. "See that building?" He pointed to a warehouse on the edge of town. "That's where Elder Marcus runs his shipping business. Half the cargo coming through there is legitimate. The other half is weapons, drugs, stolen goods. He's been doing it for thirty years and no one stops him because he's an elder. Untouchable."

"That's even more pathetic than I thought." "You didn't lose to anyone. You destroyed yourself." I stood to leave. "Richard's decisions about his company and his inheritance had nothing to do with you. Your obsession with perceived injustices from twenty years ago cost you everything while Richard's legacy continues." "His legacy built on lies and broken promises!" Victor stood too, shouting now. "Richard Thompson was a monster who destroyed people to build his empire! He deserves to have everything he built torn down!" "Maybe he was a monster in business. Maybe he did hurt people including you." I moved toward the door. "But he's dead and his company is being run by people who are trying to

In her hand, she held not a glass of whisky, but the glowing QX-7 key. “You see, Anton?” Not-Evelyn said with his father’s voice. “Legacy is just another asset to be liquidated.” She pressed the key to the side of his head. It wasn't cold. It was burning. A searing, intelligent heat that burrowed into his skull, searching, sifting through his memories, his fears, his love for Sabe— “No price is too high,” the chimera of his father and his betrayer whispered. “Not even you.”

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”