Hephaestus Legacies Novels & Stories

This only made him get angry and beat her harder. “I don’t care if you die! I would not take anyone disrespecting me! You don’t do that to me!He kept blabbering like he was a god, insisting on being respected. He did not care if she died. Someone walks into the end and meets her being beaten by Quincy. It’s Andrew, Quincy’s beta who can only do nothing but watch Elena be beaten up. No one can stop Quincy from doing what he wants. It’s her parent’s fault for bringing her to such a man.

He lifted his head and lets out deep breath and said," Son,I want you to become my next in line, take over my legacy " Taking over dad's legacy, involves so much than physical beings Dad might be Dracula but he's kinda fetish... "Dad,i already have my pack, remember.... I am not just a vampire but a werewolf?"... I declared openly and hoped he'd understand... He took back his eyes and walked to the photograph of mom I left hung on the wall "Wow, I cannot believe that our son would be this selfish,". He pressed his hands on mom's photograph and was talking to her picture..

Among the three remaining gods, Hephaestus smiled lightly and said, “I’m okay with anything. Helping others is my hobby.” Fennel looked at Hephaestus, smiled lightly, and said, “You’re still the same. Under the mask of hypocrisy lies a heart that no one can see through.” Hephaestus smiled and said, “Apollo, you mustn’t say that about me. We’re allies.” Fennel shrugged, and his eyes fell on the remaining two gods with modified images on the screens. He asked, “What about you two?” After a moment of silence, the two gods said, “Okay, our terms are…”

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Her eyes were a pool of dead water that no wind could stir. Hera held out an exquisite vial, her smile sweet enough to run cold. It was carved from obsidian, its sides cut with runes of rest, and inside was the incense for the dead that Hephaestus had made with his own hands. My mother knew that vial at a glance. The same obsidian. The same ghost-blue runes. This was the second time she had seen it. The first time, she had lit it herself, to send away her own Hebe.

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

“But I heard he’s really serious about his studies. Apparently, he sticks to the rules or something.” Emma nodded, a spark of understanding in her eyes. “He is! But that’s what makes him so interesting. He’s not just good-looking; he has depth and ambition. Did you know he’s on a scholarship too? His family lost their wealth, but he still works hard and takes his responsibilities seriously.” Gabrielle's heart raced with new determination. “If he cares about rules and studying, then maybe I should take my studies seriously too!” she exclaimed, feeling excitement build inside her. “If I can be the best, he might notice me!”

was a dream they could never keep. Rage lowered his rifle, his shoulders slumping for the first time in years. He looked at the girl, a living shadow of his own past, and then at the dark, snow-covered horizon. "Phase Three," Rage whispered. The war for the legacy wasn't just about their children. It was about the sins of the fathers coming back to reclaim the world.

I whispered in anger as I averted my attention back to him, "I'm not fucking cattle or a property goddamn it! And last I checked this is the twenty-first century or did we fucking fly back in time and I'm the only one who didn't receive the memo?" He smirked, pushing back those jet black strands away from his forehead before leaning even closer, allowing me to feel his discreet masculine fragrance and the warmth of his minty breath as he cruelly said back, "As far as I can tell, there are many things your father didn't tell you. I mean, why bother? After all, you're just a fucking weak human. You didn't even receive the gene. Maybe that's why he left you in the human world, so blissfully una

But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply. Pretending to be secretive, I leaned close to Wallace's ear and whispered, "The truth is, my dad wasn't just anyone. He was the CEO of Hampton Corporation. And the safe buried under his grave? It's filled with bearer bonds he hid for emergencies. They're worth a fortune!"