Legacies Gods Novels & Stories

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

Ryatt asks. “Hell,” he answers honestly. “If they’re still out there, if the legends passed through millennia weren’t correct, and they didn’t ascend to the heavens after all like the gods they were rumored to be, but were simply displaced… hell. They’re powerful creatures. Hard to kill. In the legends, they are the gods, so their will was law.”

But to save. The light grew stronger. Runes on the floor lit up, one by one, encircling her in a sacred ring. And then came visions. Flashes of wolves howling beneath full moons. Of queens before her who bore no crowns but wielded impossible power. Of battles yet to come—not just steel and claw, but truth against lies, hope against despair. A war of legacies. A world breaking to be remade. And in the center of it—her. Not just queen.

His legacy? "What do you mean by Legacy?" I demanded to know at whom he laughed. He always spoke in riddles. Stupid fucking Gods. They are the next on my list to wipe out. I left that dark pit and saw Ana, who had been spending a lot of time with both of her slaves doing hell knows what. She appeared in front of me at once, on one knee, ready to serve. Always ready to serve. She may yet be my finest creation.

Adrian stated " Hey Lena I'm sorry this is coming to you now but the truth is..... You are the vessel of the star or the one you kind call gods. Tou are the embodiment of one the greatest gods in history and he chose tou to be his vessel. He died years ago but his spirit has been passed down into you. You see there is a life beyond this place. The one of good and the one of evil. Your kind calls it the heaven and hell, But we call it the Ludus and the abyss. We are sent to bring you into the Ludus so you can help with the war of that would soon befall mankind. Their is a great argument between the Ludus and the Abyss all because of you. The abyss wants the spirit of the god that breathes in

I don't know where to go velliam:- of course you are going to live with me and together we going to travel whole world old man:- velliam if you are black heart king than you should know about legend velliam:- what is that legend I only know about lover story old man:- you know their are different kind species live together but the true legend is about power not love. in that legend black magic king reallince with devil race and conqueror hell Because 10000 years past when God tragedy happen. it was about how God of death throw all the devil into earth and that break the rule of life itself now those who die at earth. their soul will stay here forever. once everyone die then Noone can born.

Everyone, except me. "He was a friend, a husband, a father," Dad continued. "And a necromancer of priceless ability. Caleb Manser, the sixty third Head of the Manser Family, will forever be looked upon as an Elder of our Quadriad, and a great man. May the Great Ones take care of his soul."

Elita Levian once said to me. Gods never bestowed any blessing upon their subjects without a condition. The condition was there so they could make the person realize how weak and helpless he or she was, to make them realize that they could have what they wanted but the Gods were still in control. And I have a hunch Levian was not wrong. Who would know the Gods and Goddesses better than a man who was an Original Lycan and the Original Vampire anyway? …Both his sides were the start of a legacy, and the Gods favored him. But it never came without conditions even to him.

I held up the journal for emphasis. Luca’s eyes lingered on the crescent moon mark, and a flicker of recognition passed over his face. “That journal belonged to your father,” he said. “It holds information the rogues want—information about the prophecy.” “The prophecy?” He hesitated, as if weighing how much to tell me. “It’s an old story, passed down through packs for generations. It speaks of a Bound Alpha—a leader destined to unite wolves and humans. But it’s more than that. The Bound Alpha is supposed to end the divide between our worlds, at a great cost.”

“What are they?” Lucien’s eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, the room seemed to bend around them, the hum outside barely a whisper compared to the tension in the air between them. He sighed, the weight of the knowledge pressing on him like a thousand pounds. “Their history, my species, we’re the only ones who know the full truth. The Forgotten were created by the Veydrin, the people who once ruled this world.” He took a step forward, his form moving like liquid in the shadows. “They were intended to be gods. Perfect, godlike beings, bred from the remains of the last war. The Veydrin wanted to create a new breed of gods, immortal, all-powerful. So they tried... and they failed.”