Legacies Gods Novels & Stories

“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

Adam nodded, and he took a big gulp of his bottle of beer. “The war was started out of petty greed from Seth. He was Alpha of a different pack and hated the Alpha of the Moonlit pack. He was Alpha of Alphas, he was good for his pack, made the pack wealthy and ruled fairly over all packs. Clovis was his Gamma. Seth hated him for some reason and wanted what he had. He wouldn’t be able to defeat the Moonlit pack alone, so he made a deal with humans. With their weapons, he defeated the Alpha, and now Seth was the Alpha of the two packs, and Alpha of Alphas.”, Adam said. He took a deep breath, and another big gulp of his beer.

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.

"They wanted a Goddess. You gave them a Human." "The world has enough Gods," I said, leaning into him. "It needs more Humans who know how to say 'No.'" The Richard Legacy had been irrevocably changed. I was no longer the Clean observer, and I was not the Harmonized puppet. I was something new: The Sovereign Link.

“You wanted honesty.” He leaned back, looking up at the broken ceiling of the chapel. Light filtered in through the shattered stained glass, casting broken rainbows on the floor between us. “So she’s out there. Somewhere. A version of you who believes everything should be razed and rebuilt with fire. And she’s walking around with your face and possibly your memories.” “Not just memories,” I said. “Instinct. Legacy. And worst of all—freedom. She’s not bound by the things I still wrestle with. She doesn’t carry guilt. Or fear. She’s past all that.”

She was broken, and I feared I was losing her too. I couldn’t just let her slip away. I couldn’t just sit there. I had to try to get us out. I screamed, pushing against the invisible chains that bound me. My body was heavy, aching, but I refused to give in. My eyes burned, my muscles screamed in protest, but I had to move. I had to save us. I forced my body forward, straining with every ounce of strength I had left. My arms and legs felt like they were going to snap, my head throbbed as though it might explode, but I pushed through. My heart raced in my chest as I tried to break free from the spell.

Not the corrupt Elder Marcus who sat on the council now, but a leader who had died decades ago. "The Delvin line has always held leadership in Nightfall Pack," Mom's letter continued. "It's hereditary, passed down through blood and responsibility. Your brothers, Xavier, Dorian, Lucian and Soren all carry the Alpha gene, all born to lead. But you, my darling girl, you're special. You're my only daughter. The one who would inherit my council seat and carry on the Delvin legacy through the female line." "She knew." Soren's voice was rough with emotion.

River added. My father stepped into the room, a distorted look on his face. "According to legend, five gods, all like brothers, claimed our world. Dietus killed two of them, pushing one into purgatory and the other beyond death to rule over, and the last two separated, forming their own alliance against him. Njord claimed the seas, and Sol the sun and moon. Dietus was left to rule the lands, and, well, we know his ex-wife Lupa locked him away and started her own species, us."

She read through it for a while, then she looked at me and said ‘’My lady's legacy is a prophecy that has been avoided for many centuries as many gods, especially the gods of Olympus, don't want to believe it. A good number of Underworlders, mostly the older ones, try to avoid the subject, hence why they never mentioned it to you, Hades’’ she stated, ‘’What prophecy?’’ Hades asked. ‘’A Prophecy that the gods fear one that might cause another celestial war, since that prophecy says ‘’Hades shall arise more powerful than Olympus’’

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.