Jade Legacies Novels & Stories

“I can hear you whispering from over here. You can't even stand up.” “I don't need to stand up,” Daniel hisses, his grip on my wrist tightening until I wince. “Jade wants her thirty thousand dollars by midnight tomorrow. She thinks she's going to check her bank account and see a transfer. But she's arrogant now. Arrogant people make mistakes. They think they've won the game before the board is even cleared.”

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--”

“What else? I’ve been watching you try your best to control the outcome of your life.” “You’ve been watching me? From where?” “Everywhere, Jade. Everywhere.” “What is going on? Why am I reliving these memories?” “Are these truly your memories?” “Well, not exactly but they’re similar to my other life.” She smiled. “There is no other life, Jade. You’re still in the same life you tried to leave. Did you think killing yourself would change your fate?” “I don’t understand.” “The outcome will always be the same, Jade. You will be mated three times, first to a set of triplet-Alphas, and then to a Gypsy Alpha and finally to the Alpha of the Highlands, the most feared territory after the Lycan east.”

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

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.

Unlike the silence that had accompanied my mother's entrance, there were whispers and comments instead. "Silence!" commanded my mother as she approached Adriana and Daemon. "When you disrespect my family, you disrespect me! Lycan Queen Adriana is my long-lost grandchild, descended from my eldest son, Prince Thorn. Lycan King Daemon is her mate. You WILL treat them with the respect they deserve!"

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

"I'm sorry, Marshall," my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, "but we have no choice. We can't afford to offend the Davidsons." She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist. Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson was—she was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.

Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches.