Hidden Legacy Series Novels & Stories

Hayes. Her voice faltered.“Me. They used her… with me.” “Yes,” Adrian said. “Whoever is doing this knows your mother’s file and your current badge well enough to merge them.” Ethan’s expression hardened. “This wasn’t done by an amateur. This is someone who understands the old system. Someone who knows exactly where to hit without tripping Ops.” Adrian looked up. “There are only three places in the building where legacy terminals still exist. Two are sealed.”

"We’ll figure it out together. Whatever happens, you’re not alone." Elena closed her eyes, leaning into him, grateful for his presence. This was just the beginning. The journey her father had left for her to uncover wasn’t over, and with Adrian by her side, she was ready to face whatever truth lay ahead. The legacy was hers to claim, but it was a legacy built on more than just money and power. It was a legacy of secrets, and she was ready to unlock every one of them.As they approached the secluded estate, Elena’s pulse quickened, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. The property was far more isolated than any of the places they had investigated before. It was as if the world had forgott

The connection cut instantly The screen went dark again And for the first time The threat was no longer something hidden in structure or buried in the past It was something real Something watching Something that had just made one thing very clear Our legacy was no longer ours alone to define

“To break the silence the right way.” Lena looked back at the data slate. Each file, each name, each sealed truth it wasn’t just data. It was the part of Echo they were never allowed to look at too closely. Until now. She didn’t need to rewrite the history of Echo. She needed to complete it. With every truth they’d tried to bury. With every voice that still mattered. Lena closed the slate and stood, her reflection faint in the darkened screen. “I used to think legacy meant being remembered,” she murmured. “But maybe… it’s about remembering who was forgotten.”

That included not mentioning his name in any of our conversations, and meeting at the most unsuspecting place; a temple. I drummed manicured fingers against the floor at his revelation, and tried not to remember last night when capable masculine fingers had held my bare waist caressingly... I had made plans in case my alter identity started to be questioned, and it was of course what Ferrara and his tech team were going to see. That Lady Black Hat had existed as a stripper for seven years. Long before I turned 18. "So, anything you want to report?" I asked as we made merits, keeping my voice as low as possible.

And that was a legacy worth fighting for. **THE END**

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

countered stranger two " Oh love, are you sure you are in this city cause believe me apart from the crimes against him, a lot of people are saying it was actually his brother that was working behind the scenes and he just took credit for it because he was older" Added stranger three ...strangers because this were people who had no business being in this memorial, they were just here to witness the wonderful show organized by my uncle "I guess we will never know, I pity the daughter" came stranger two again " Why though, you think she was not in on it all this while, after all her father was grooming her to be his successor...you can't trust rich people" snickered stranger three,

“The girl who had to be hidden. The child whose light awoke too soon. Her change came as a teenager. Her mother was exiled, she was erased. Her blood… concealed.” I trembled, my lips parting. “This is me… isn’t it?” Aedan only nodded. And something broke free in my chest. Not light, not power. Truth. An ancient legacy, clawing its way out of silence.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"