Jed Legacies Novels & Stories

"Lead me there. Now!" I'm certain he can taste his victory. He has found the one thing he has always wanted. The means to becoming a Legacy is right there for him to grasp. Jai will make history. I want to say I don't know what he's talking about, but the memory flashes in my head with an answer for him. I've found it. The Celtic Isle appears before me in my mind. It's a place of ruins somewhere on Irish soil, but I notice something significant.

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.

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

"That's really interesting then. The 'heir' that Martin longed for so much that he was willing to kill his fiancee turns out to be… mixed-race?" "I didn't do it!" Lilian had a complete emotional breakdown at that. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at me. "So what if the child is different than usual? That's still top-tier genetics! It's a hundred times better than a woman like you who can't have children!" Her words silenced the entire room. Martin's parents stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Top-tier genetics? That phrase felt so familiar. Suddenly, I recalled something. That once-in-a-century, top-tier genetics from the Almoran tribal chief that was worth 200 mil

His answer was fast and sharp. “I refused.” That surprised me. Jed let out a slow breath and sank into a chair, like the memory still weighed on him. “I wanted no part of it. Whatever hate El had for you, it wasn’t my fight.” He looked up at me. “That’s when the sickness started.” Jed rubbed a tired hand over his face. “At first it was the crops. Then the livestock. Then people started getting sick.” His voice dropped. “My wife grew weak. I grew weak. The strongest wolves in Starfall could barely stand.”

I plan to buy some pillows while I'm out. Mrs. Johnson felt relieved when she heard this. "Gabby, please be careful out there. You haven't been outside Livinglake Farm, so you might not realize how harsh the world can be. We often see on TV how girls from small towns go to fancy places and end up in terrible situations. Oh dear, what will I say to my Sarah?" Mrs. Johnson's sad words echoed over the phone.

The guards tensed, one hand drifting toward his blade, but Jared raised a calming hand, freezing them in place. Georgia’s fingers jabbed against his chest, shaking. Her wolf was barely under control. “Don’t you dare let that monster win? That throne, it’s not just a damn chair, Jared! It’s our pack, our future. Our laws, our honor. Everything we’ve bled for. You’d throw all that away, for a promise made by a liar?” His jaw clenched. He didn’t push her away. Instead, his voice dropped to something hollow. “Keira is my legacy too.”

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. But I'm sure you know that Uncle Tomy won't be happy to hear news like this." "I don't need any approval from Tomy, and I just need you to continue our family's big business." ***

But if my father’s journal had taught me anything, it was that the truth, no matter how painful, was the only way forward. And this time, I wasn’t just fighting for myself—I was fighting for the family, the legacy, and the future I had worked so hard to rebuild. The shadows of the past loomed large, but I was ready to face them. With Adrian by my side, I knew we could overcome anything. Finding my father’s journal was like opening Pandora’s box. Its revelations had already begun to ripple through the fragile peace I’d worked so hard to establish. Yet, the more I read, the clearer it became that I had barely scratched the surface of the secrets buried in the Callahan legacy.

To her father’s disappearance, to the Crescent Moon pack, and to the legacy that now fell on her shoulders. But what did that legacy mean? She had never asked for any of this. All she had ever wanted was a quiet life, to honor her father’s memory by continuing his work as a veterinarian in Cedar Grove. She had never imagined she’d be thrust into a world of ancient prophecies and werewolf politics. It felt like a dream, a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Behind her, the soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor broke through her thoughts. Isla turned to find Luca emerging from the trees, his presence as undeniable as the weight of the world pressing down on her.