Legacies Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

She heard her mother’s voice—Luna Elara’s steady, haunting echo from years ago: "Do you think I loved bearing heirs into a lycan court and Alpha counsils that wanted to see them as crowns assests and not children?" Gods, how that stung now. Nyma and Kael had never been just kids. They’d been legacies, threats, calculated assets in every alliance ever drafted by ink or blood. Their breaths were measured. Their futures plotted. Their scars expected. And yet, she remembered—because she couldn’t forget—the lullabies hummed when fever wracked her body. The strong arms holding her after her first shift left her howling and frightened and foreign in her own skin.

Maybe I expected someone tough and god-like, like the myths have told. She's here to deliver terrible news. I can hear the words before they come. I've been hearing them all night and day since Scarlett told me she's pregnant with my child. Someone will have to fix this mistake called our miracle baby. "Does it have to be this way?" "Legacies were a mistake on my part. I intend to rid the world of your kind. There will be no exception." "You'll be killing an innocent child!" "Whose death is necessary to maintain a balance!" She strikes me a death glare. I didn't realise I had raised my tone, but it's not everyday you hear your unborn child shouldn't exist. "Do you know how much of a nuisance

We have always been the ones begging for relief food. ‘Is that a yes my daughter?’ he asked beaming with excitement. He did not know the best way to tell his daughter. Since the demise of his wife, her daughter was all he had. She was different from the rest of his children. She was a gemstone that beautified his life with refreshed vigor of hope and comfort. He counted himself lucky when his late wife accepted to take care of the daughter he came with from town. His wife took baby Ima as her own child and gave her the love as the rest of her real children. Ima grew up knowing that she was the biological daughter to her late mother.

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

"He was just a person who made mistakes and tried to do better at the end." "Exactly." Alexander kissed my forehead. "And that's a legacy you can work with." "I can run Thompson Enterprises differently than he did." I realized. "Learn from his mistakes instead of repeating them." "That's what he wanted." Alexander showed me one of Richard's final letters. "He wrote about hoping you'd be better leader than he'd been." I read Richard's words about his regrets and hopes for my leadership. He'd known his flaws and wanted me to avoid them. That realization helped me accept his complicated legacy.

He had always believed they were nightmares. Now they felt… different. Real. “No…” Ethan whispered. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” Victor said firmly. “Your parents were part of the Cross family’s core bloodline. They sacrificed everything to ensure your escape.” Ethan pressed a hand to his forehead. His breathing grew uneven. “My parents…” he repeated. “Yes, sir.” The world around him felt unstable. For years, he had believed he came from nothing. No background. No legacy. No identity worth remembering. And now— a stranger was rewriting everything.

“Do you ever think about what we might have been… if things had gone differently?” Jason tightened his hold on her. “Sometimes. But then I look at you. And I know. This—what we have—is the only story I ever want to live.” She kissed him softly. “Good. Because me too.” But peace never stayed unbroken. One afternoon, as Bella finalized designs with her team, her phone buzzed. A new message. Same unknown number as before. Legacies are fragile. And ghosts… don’t disappear. They wait. Bella froze.

Can they do that before they lose everything? The Legacies of Fate, the next generation continuation of the original Fated series, follows the children of our Fated characters. The first one is for Angel and the twins of Nightshade. The second is for Blakely of Shadow Falls. The Legacies of Destiny, the next generation of our favorite characters from the Dark Moon series, which included "Design of Fate", will see many twists and turns as well as ups and downs. Just like the original two series, these two new ones will also be crossovers.

“The future isn’t just born — it’s made.” She swiped through encrypted files on her tablet, images of perfect infants and fetal scans filling the screen. “So many people talk about legacy like it’s some noble thing,” she mused, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But really? Legacy is about control. Power. The ability to bend the world to your will without anyone daring to blink.” Her eyes flicked to a screen showing the latest batch of babies recently rescued from her network — “Too bad for them,” she muttered, “their little escape only makes my game stronger.”

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.