Legacies God Novels & Stories

It seemed the universe had a way of removing the people I loved. First Sebastian with the accusations, now my father and his death. Who was next? My stuffed rabbit? I let out a short bitter laugh, the rage rising within me. That sound drew the attention of Helena and Camille. ‘Are you laughing, Liora?’ Helena turned to me, her eyes red from crying. I ignored her, because I didn’t know what hurtful words my anger would prompt me to say. ‘Of course she is,’ Camille said. ‘Father left most of the company shares to her, remember? Who knows what else she must benefit from him after his death?’

Aeron states. My eyes widen as I look at him. I glance down at the book. This is my family’s legacy. Do I want to read this? Do I want to even know? Surely my mother should have been them one to tell me about this, it feels like a betrayal to be learning it all from someone other than her. “It’s there for when you’re ready.” Cain states. I sigh. I know they mean well, but it feels too much. This all feels too much. But then, maybe I’m being ungrateful.

Hybrids and tribrids reflected the beauty of diversity and the interconnectedness of all living beings. To judge or discriminate against them was to deny the very essence of life itself. The Gods and Goddesses we worshipped serve as an example of this interconnectedness. They exemplified this by representing different aspects of nature and the universe. So, to insist on pure species matings was to go against the will of the divine Gods and Goddesses. To deny the very essence of life. We should embrace diversity and celebrate the beauty of hybrids and tribrids, just as the Gods and Goddesses did and do.

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

“It’s okay, Nate. It has to happen. It’ll wipe out the legacy of my blood. End the Riding Hoods for good. Our children—future generations—won’t carry that curse.” Tears streamed down my face. I kissed her palm. “My love. We won’t ever have pups.” But she smiled. Bright. Glowing. “Nate, gods can’t die.” I blinked. “What?” And then she explained it: gods can be killed, but they can’t die. Their souls live on. They reform. It might take time. Decades. Centuries. But they come back. She would come back. I stood, lifted her into my arms, and spun her around like a madman.

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."

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

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto Davidson’s with an intensity that felt physical. “Legacy is not about blood. It is about choice. It is about vision. It is about finding a mind that can comprehend the architecture of what you’ve built, and a will strong enough to not just maintain it, but to expand it. To evolve it.” The breath whooshed out of Davidson's lungs. The hints, the grooming, the new lessons—all came together into a single, mind-reeling, exhilarating point.

“The lot of you who were either brave or stupid enough to enter will now have the nigh impossible chance of obtaining a spot in the Legacy Circle. Of course, you’ll have riches. You’ll get your fame. But the most important thing above them all… freedom. “You will go forth and risk your pathetic, mundane lives for true freedom. Freedom not bound by any laws or unspoken rules set by the universe itself. You are on the outside now. The only god you will bow down to is Legacy, who feeds on the gratitude through the use of your new authority and position in power. If you are lucky enough to win, you are forever bound by Legacy. We only ask that of you.”