Legacies Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to be you. I don’t even know what you are!” Her gaze softened for a brief moment, almost tender. “You will, soon. When the time comes, you will remember everything. My battles will be your memories. My victories will be your legacy.” “Legacy?” I scoffed, clutching my chest as my heart hammered against my ribs. “All you’ve given me are nightmares and pain! I’ve lost so much, my family, my safety, my peace. If you’re truly a part of me, why have you only brought me suffering?”

“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 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.

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

"You could run from me, Maya. You could quit your job, move across the country, try to disappear. But if you're carrying my child, you're mine forever. No escape. No second-guessing. Just us." I shoved his hand away, my heart beating so hard I felt dizzy. "You're talking about trapping me with a baby because you're afraid I'm going to leave you. Do you hear how insane that sounds?" "I'm talking about legacy," he said, his voice getting quieter and somehow more dangerous. "About creating something that's purely ours. About making sure you understand that this isn't temporary." "You already have a legacy!" I yelled, and I knew it was a mistake the second the words left my mouth. "You have Chlo

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I