Hephaestus Legacies Novels & Stories

“Where’s the monster I’ve always known? The one everyone warned me about? Where’s the Wolfe that made men piss themselves with a glance? Don’t tell me he’s gone.” I didn’t bite. I didn’t even blink and that only made his grin widen. He wanted a reaction, and I wasn’t giving it, so he pulled harder. “You know,” he said, his voice lowering into a blade-sharp whisper, “your father would be rolling in his grave if he saw you like this. Going soft. Forgetting everything he taught you. All that fire, all that steel, gone the second a woman walked into your life. He’d be disappointed, Cassian. Disgusted, even. Watching you throw away his legacy for what? For her?”

In a remote corner of the countryside, nestled among towering trees and lush greenery, stood the imposing silhouette of a grand mansion. This was the home of Seth Griffin, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, and Alpha of Alphas on this continent. Seth sat in his study, hunched over as if his shoulders literally felt the burden of the responsibilities of his leadership. His features etched with determination as he dialed a familiar number on his phone. He had been putting off this conversation for far too long, but the time had come to pass the torch to the next generation. Even Seth could no longer deny this fate.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

When you come to the world, your mark of identification is the silvery line on your neck, without this you're a liar and impostor which is a serious offense punishable by the constitution of the shifter world. Cassandra was not a celestial missionary like me, she was the real moon goddess incarnated as a human. Since she ceases to exist, it's obligatory that I take up her Personal Assistant as mine in the saving work. She was part of her mission, I have no option but to continue with her.

Stone pressed against him, his gray fur ruffled, the firedlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. The night deepened, the stars shining brightly above, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their centennial celebration, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the dark, their love a light that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and hope that echoed through the ages, carried forward by their descendants, the forest a timeless witness to their story.

The room went silent as she began to speak. "Legacy is not just about wealth," Prudence began, her voice carrying a magnetic authority. "It is about the truth of our origins. In my work as a Legacy Architect, I have found that the greatest threats to a family’s future are not external enemies, but the secrets hidden within their own history. A misplaced document, a forgotten heir, a fractured succession... these are the cracks that can bring down even the mightiest empires."

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

I can feel the gentle heat on my temples become warmer, until it rushes through my body and into my mind, where Cora lays, weak. “She will be. You both will be. Child, you’re one with my own daughter. My own daughter saw something in you and chose you. You know that I’m the God of fire, yes?” He asks me. “Yes, it really is such an honour to meet you,” I say sincerely. I’ve been blessed to meet two Gods in such a short space of time. And their daughter is my wolf. “The honour is mine. You must be an incredible soul, for Cora to choose to bond with you. She had been a recluse, in self-isolation for a hundred years,” Hephaestus tells me, a sad look on his face and tears in his eyes.

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"