Legacies God Novelas e Histórias

"Well, to be honest, it's yours, but if you give it to me, I can use it to take back the company and return it to you as soon as I am done with it." "You do not have to ask them for that; take it and use it however you like. I do not care." Lila replied when she saw that Levi was not sure if she was going to release it to him. She had just gone to offer herself as a sacrifice to her mother so that she would win. Why would he think that a few scraps were going to make her betray him? "Are you sure? This is supposed to give you immunity."

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

His mechanical eye pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light, tracking our movements with a terrifying, stuttering precision. ​"He stopped being a boy the moment Malakai laid his hands on you in France, Leona," Julian smirked, a twisted, jagged movement of his ruined mouth. "He is the culmination of twenty years of research. He is the 'God' the Architects promised us. Do you think I care about family dinners and bloodlines? Look at me! They took my humanity and gave me a seat at the table of the gods. I’m doing the same for the Legacy."

She is a complete package. Rana Pratap kept himself away from most of the matters since Arthur came to take Myra with him. He officially transferred the crown to Arjun to take care of Legacy later on. That Legacy which he had protected and for which he abandoned Myra and Minerva once. He betrayed his own blood Myra. And now she became the protector of Legacy itself. Rana Pratap didn't dare to look at Takht. He remembered his meeting with Myra. Nobody knows that he had met her secretly after her arrival in India hearing about Ranvijay's situation.

Jagger says and I scratch my forehead as I can feel a headache threatening to appear. “Are you shitting me right now?” I ask and Jagger shakes his head while Emma stares at me and then at Jagger waiting for us to explain. “Are you going to tell me who the fuck Ivanov is?” Emma lets out in frustration and I take a deep breath, looking into her blue eyes. “Someone I killed a long time ago, someone that started a war that he couldn’t finish, the Russian Pakhan,” I say and her mouth opens and her chin falls to the floor and Jagger nods slightly. Emma swallows dryly and then stares at me after recomposing herself.

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Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

Galbraith replied. “How can you say that?” Aiden seethed, his veins popping out of his forehead. “Tell me Aiden, would you cower before someone much stronger than you?” “Of course not.” “Why?” “What do you mean why? I am a Lion King and a Legacy. I would never cower, no matter how steep the gap between myself and my enemy is!” “Exactly. That is how Legacies think, and that is how she is supposed to think.” “That’s not exactly fair Dad. She hasn’t gone through the Labours required to toughen her up.”

was a dream they could never keep. Rage lowered his rifle, his shoulders slumping for the first time in years. He looked at the girl, a living shadow of his own past, and then at the dark, snow-covered horizon. "Phase Three," Rage whispered. The war for the legacy wasn't just about their children. It was about the sins of the fathers coming back to reclaim the world.

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.