Jed Legacies Novels & Stories

Because of those words. “Mi nismo samo porodica…” I whisper to myself and throw my head back, thinking of the meaning. ‘We’re not just a family, Asher. We are a legacy. And legacies do not break; they endure.’ I shut my eyes tight. ‘Just like your mother.’

But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then. “Still holdin’ onto some shit about your brother?” I ask, keeping my tone casual. Legion glances at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Legacy’s lost himself. Whatever he’s gotten involved in, it’s not about family anymore. He used to care, but now? Now he’s wrapped up in this… this need for power. And he’s willing to burn everything down to get it.” I grunt in acknowledgment, but my thoughts keep drifting to Zane. The name is like a knife twisting in my gut, but I don’t let it show on my face. I’ve gotten real good at hiding that kind of pain.

He is the joy of my life, and I can never thank you enough for allowing me to be his mom when you couldn't. If by some magical means you ever see this, know how proud I am of you. Every time I look into your little boy's eyes, I see the love you gave him shining through. You took a chance, and then you left the perfect results for me to enjoy. I miss you, little sis. Always. Love, Q END OF VOLUME 1: JUKED

“Wanna know the truth? I married your mother for love, but she only wanted my money. Once I sniffed out the truth, I was going to break it off but it was too late. She got pregnant. And I got stuck. With you.” Alex swallowed as the nightmare enfolded before him. “What?” Jed gave a nasty laugh. “That’s right, you were her desperate attempt to keep me, and it worked. A kid means child support and alimony for life. I decided to stay and make it work, but I never forgave her.” The knowledge made perfect sense as the pieces snapped into place. Jed never wanted him in the first place. “Why tell me this now?”

His strength was unstoppable, his aura lethal. Jed, observing from the sidelines, clenched his teeth. “This is bad,” he muttered. “Prince Kael has been suppressing this power for a long time… I… I didn’t know he was the descendant until we went to the Moon Goddess temple. If only I had known earlier, I could’ve done something. Anything…” Naya could feel Jed’s regret and her own heart twisted with conflicting emotions as she watched Kael fight. His ferocity was unmatched, leaving nothing but shadows and the glow of his now-red eyes in his wake.

“You are the one who doesn’t belong here.” He chuckled, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Oh please Skyla. You’re clever, yes. Resilient, I’d give you that. But you’re not ready for war. You’re not even armed. You think this is about family. About revenge. But this.... all this is about legacies. Legacies are protected with blood.” I took one step closer to him. “And you think you can scare me into submission?” “No,” he muttered gravely, stepping back. “I won’t scare you into submission. But I think I can remove the problem.”

His immediate younger brother Legacy. And then, the youngest, Jennifer... Stoic is super smart and had a very fast reasoning abilities. Legacy is a limited version of Stoic, except that he was stronger and interrogative enough to coarse answers. Jennifer was the typical "Ajebo!" The mummy's pet . She is not so vibrant like her elder brothers but intelligent, super sensitive and self withdrawn which made her quite exceptional. They all had special genes running through their veins. When a doctor was consulted, he said it's rare and that they're lucky.

"My back, it hurts. Father put rocks in the pack today to teach me to grab something heavy and be quick to get away. Said my adurance needed to be built up." "Endurance." Jed corrects. Jed has always been extremely smart and not just from the training mother and father put us in. Jed has always been gifted but it was ripped from him and morphed into however they could manipulate and control him. Most days he walks around like a zombie. "Want me to take a look at it?" Jed asks.

His jaw clenched. “Watch your big mouth, little nosy bastard,” he said. The oldest of the lot—a Fat Man with the stained silk tie and short temper—leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his glass. “Calm down everybody! You can’t have both the girl and your legacy, Elky Jennings. You have to pick one or another.” Legacy? What a poetic word for a stash of blood money in a dodgy Swiss account and multiple floors of empty rooms with 18th century closets full of skeletons. I swallowed a smirk with my wine but my face didn’t move a muscle.

"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?"