Jed Legacies Novels & Stories

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

I said to him in a formal tone. He smiled and told me to sit down. "I'm David Lewis, the creative director of JD Legacy International." He introduced himself.

The man is like a unicorn, he shits rainbows and glitter and he is a mass murderer? “You?” I finally let out and he shrugged his shoulder, then his eyes moved from me to Wyatt and I stepped back, watching them. It’s like they are having a fucking entire conversation without talking. Another man walks towards us and when his mask comes off, I almost faint. Jagger. Okay, he would make more sense of being a killer than Dash. Jagger is moody as fuck. I think I’ve never seen him smile, and the way he looks at people… Argh, a chill down my spine makes me watch their interaction. “I found Leia, she was hiding in an underground bunker,” Jagger says and both Dash and Wyatt nod their heads.

My gaze sharpened on him as he stood stiffly, eyes lowered, fingers fidgeting in his pocket. “Sit.” He obeyed. “I want the truth,” I said, my voice calm… but edged with warning. “What’s your name? And what exactly are you to Trisha?” “…I’m Jace. Her brother,” he replied, forcing composure. “Jace,” I repeated with a slow nod. “The same Jace who’s supposedly a professor at Dablas College?” He hesitated. “…Yes.” Got you! The lie was obvious. “And you both lost your mother two years ago,” I continued, a faint smile playing on my lips.

I won't let it happen. Valentina leaned in, and her smile was mean. "It's already happening, Diego." Your bloodline's future is set in stone. Your legacy is cursed, and only one of your kids can live to get it. The room fell silent as the weight of her words sank in. Mariana looked at Diego, her face pale and her voice barely audible. "What are we going to do?" Diego swallowed hard. The weight of his decisions was heavier than it had ever been. "We fight. For our family. For all that we know.

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

“But you…” “You remember,” he said softly, a faint smile on his lips. “Even after everything. You still remember me.” Jalen. Her first friend in the Fold. The one who taught her how to survive the nightmares when she was just a girl torn from the world. He had vanished one day and never returned. She thought he’d been taken. Consumed. She never thought he would become this. “What did they do to you?” she asked, her voice cracking. He tilted his head, gaze never leaving hers. “They didn’t do anything. I chose to stay. I chose to stop being someone forgotten.”

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.

“Only one. Not telling my mother I loved her before she died. Not standing up to my father sooner. But everything after? No regrets. Every hard choice led to Emma, to you, to this life. I’d choose this path again knowing exactly how hard it would be.” “Because it was worth it?” “What’s our legacy?” I asked. “Years from now, what will people remember?” “That we fought. That we survived. That we chose love over revenge, truth over money, family over everything.” He pulled me close. “That two people from broken families built something beautiful by refusing to give up on each other or themselves.” “That’s a good legacy.” “It’s enough. More than enough.” “Mama? Daddy? I had scary dream.” We brou

That man did not have a son of his own but he had three beautiful and strong daughter's, he lives through them now, not only that but he has left a legacy that's filled with a lot of wonderful things he has done for his people. My father's legacy won't be the same as his, my father's legacy is one that is filled with hate and pain, I don't know if I want to be part of that anymore. The Cresent pack have a wonderful legacy and I am proud to be part of that great legacy. I just hope that someday I will get a chance to make things right with Elena, that someday she will be able to see me as a man she can be with for real and if I am lucky, she might even learn to love me.