Legacies Fanfic Novels & Stories

I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4. Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off.

That night, as they stood side by side watching the city lights, Emma whispered, "You know what I want to call it?" "What?" "Legacy. Not just for me. For everyone who rises again." And so, as the stars stretched across the sky and the city pulsed with possibility, a new chapter began. Not one of survival. But of becoming. Of loving. Of lingering, even when the world tried to forget. A love that didn’t fade. A love that lingered. Forever.

“Alpha Layla Washington, you are under arrest for the murder of your sister, Gretchen Washington, and using magic to impersonate a fate bond to Alpha Santiago Morales.” Evie holds up one finger. “On behalf of the Washington family, I strip you, Layla Washington, of your Alpha birthright. You no longer have the rights or privileges associated with the title.” “No, no. You can’t strip me of my status. I’m a legacy born,” she screams gesturing toward Bella and I, “I am the same as them!” Her mother steps forward. “No, my daughter, your half-sister was the legacy born. You are nothing more than the product of a one-night stand that your father had hoped would never come to light…Murderer.”

For himself. Mariana stiffened, and her heart sank. "What do you mean?"" Lucia smiled sadly. "Do you really think he's the same guy you used to know?" No, he's not. He is a man who is trying to keep everything in order and fight his demons. And you? "You're just a part of his legacy." Mariana stepped back and shook her head. "You are lying. Diego loves me. "He's been fighting for us."

"What?" I walked to Lilian's bedside and looked down at her. "Don't recognize me?" Lilian bit her lip and remained silent. "The baby is very cute." I looked at the infant and said softly, "It's just that the skin tone doesn't really resemble Martin's." "Nonsense!" Lilian yelled, suddenly becoming agitated. "He's Martin's child! He is!" "Is that so?" I smiled. "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 asked. “Of course not, Marga. For a moment, I even forgot that Lexi got married to his father.” “Yes she did. You know she is one shameless little bitch, coupled with the fact that she is desperate. She'll definitely do everything for money.” I can't imagine Lexi and that old man in the same bed. I can't imagine him making love to her while she screams his name. Ewww! The thought alone filled me with goosebumps.

“How are you two getting along? I mean, I saw you two the other day, and you seem to be doing fine with each other. What are you doing to keep it alive? Perhaps I can take some advice from you and apply. Tyrell likes surprises.” I sat there for a moment and thought of something to say. There were no dates between Darius and I. Things had been difficult for us since the moment we met each other. I was mated to his brother as well, and the child I had was his brother’s. His brother died in my place. “I think when you and someone have survived the most horrible experiences together, you tend to learn to work just fine with each other. I’m afraid we don’t go on dates or anything like that. Maybe

Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin. “Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.” I had promised. And we both knew it was a lie. I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.

My stomach churned and my heart dropped somewhere deep, where I couldn’t reach it. “So he married the wrong woman because his father told him to?” “Because it was his duty,” the Countess replied flatly. “That’s the difference between fantasy and legacy.” Legacy. A word that meant ruin for the rich. They would destroy everything in their path just to uphold their fucking legacy. I couldn't look away. “And my mother?”

In a fit of anger, he strode over, grabbed Sabrina's neck as she cast him an aggrieved look, and questioned in an icy voice, "Who said you could touch Izzy's stuff? How dare you live in her bedroom?" At this point, Sabrina's grievance had turned into rage as well. Hence, she retorted sharply with gritted teeth, "Of course, I dare! She has left, so why can't I move into her room? As a matter of fact, not only do I want to live in her room, but I also want to steal her man! "Theodore, I'm now pregnant with the heir of the Cloud family. So, you must solve this matter and compensate for the damages you have inflicted on me! I want you to divorce Isabella! I want to marry you and be Mrs. Cloud!"