Legacies Fanfic 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

NEXT ADVENTURE: Eternal Legacies Series Book 1 and Book 3 in the sequence Vampire The Redemption Vampire The Creation Stand by... It's time to go back in time and discover the secrets of vampires. And head into an inhospitable future full of mysteries and passions. -

I move my hand touching the wall, leaving my handprint with blood on the wall before the door closes behind us. If someone is coming for me, I need them to know I fought; I tried to survive, but who would come for me? There’s no one left. My father and Dash were killed, and Amber is working with them. Tara wishes I was dead so she could have Dash, but surprise surprise bitch, if I can’t have him, neither can you. Dash and I might not have done vows, but for me is in life and death, I am his and he is mine, even after I am gone. I know I will meet him again and he will welcome me with open arms in heaven.

Emilia's memories of their torture and humiliation still seared her mind, a stark contrast to the kindness she had once shown them. A wave of disgust washed over her as she recalled her past feelings for Lucas. In her ignorance, she had fallen deeply in love with him, blind to his true nature. He was her first love, and the pain of that betrayal cut deep. Yesterday's revelation had extinguished that love, replacing it with a fierce hatred.

“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.”

“You might have powers that even your mom and I won’t be able to comprehend.” I thought Zayn was just playing around with our son at first, but when I chewed on the idea, it seemed possible that Legacy could have unique powers. He was a hybrid; both a demon and a werewolf at the same time. I was no expert on that, but there had to be some special abilities because of that mix. “Holy sh*t!” Legacy exclaimed, and my eyes widened. He took me by surprise with his use of language. “Oh my god. No, baby. That’s a bad word. Don’t say that again.” I scolded him.

Abby's plan fell apart, and all the rage and contempt she had bottled up exploded right at me. In that vast, luxurious hall, she lifted my chin with her cane, her eyes so cold that I could hardly breathe. "Did Olivia send you here to insult me?" she spat. "Tell her—the game has just begun." I died in the second winter after marrying Abby. I had lost my mind by then, and one snowy night, I ran out of the mansion and got hit by a car. My soul hovered above the ground as I watched Abby stand beside my body for a long, long time. There was no satisfaction on her face, only a deep, heavy sadness.

**Chapter 139: Legacy** The golden afternoon light stretched long across the Kane estate, painting the manicured lawns in warm honey and amber. I sat on the wide terrace overlooking the lawn, a glass of chilled lemonade in my hand, watching the beautiful chaos unfold below. Laughter rose like music—high-pitched squeals from little voices, deeper chuckles from the older ones, and Lucian’s rich baritone cutting through it all like an anchor. This was legacy. Not the towering skyscrapers in downtown Miami or the billions in offshore accounts. Not the ruthless empire Lucian had once ruled with an iron fist. This—bare feet on grass, sticky hands from melting popsicles, and love so fierce it had s

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

"Okay, don't go back too soon. You could spend all of Grandpa's money there." "But—" He grumbled, knowing the phone session had been unilaterally ended by his grandfather. Lionel hit the steering wheel without caring about Belle's response. "Why does that man have so many wishes? How am I supposed to move on after this, huh?" ***