Legacies Gods Novels & Stories

“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.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

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

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

“FORM THE LINE!” Seraphine drew the last of her strength, fire sparking along her palms. “If we fall, we fall together!” The ground split beneath their feet as Daevalos stepped fully into the mortal realm, no longer half-shadow but flesh and fire, antlers crowned in burning flame. His voice roared across the battlefield: “THE AGE OF WOLVES IS ENDED. THE AGE OF GODS BEGINS.” The shadow legions surged forward, and Aelin screamed as the tether flared with unbearable light. Ivy and Jayden’s bodies buckled, their veins burning as though molten metal ran through them.

“Can’t. Swore on the River Styx when I was created. Gods aren’t allowed to physically help heroes on quests. And believe me, the Styx is not one to cross.” “So you’re out,” Pop says flatly. “But don’t gods give gifts to heroes sometimes?” Hakeem asks. “Aye,” Hermes says, flashing a smile that’s frankly illegal. Holy hell. That smile could end wars. Focus, Alex. Get it together. “I’ve got a few things for you,” Hermes continues. “First, the Oreiades are preparing a path using water from the River Lethe—the same one Achilleus was dipped into. Makes you temporarily invulnerable. It’ll last forever on the demi-gods in your group. For the rest, it’s temporary—but long enough.”

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.

"Albeit a fairly accurate one. I hope." Isaac shifted. "I said it's a long story. A super short version is that I know these better than most. I know the Gods better than most." He swallowed and caught Marie's eyes, seeing a glimmer of understanding in the rich brown. "Lives can be linked over the ages, like a chain. The links may rust and fall but the dust still remains clinging."

His guts told him that he must not admit that he was someone from thousands of years ago. The Elder of the Pavilion of Thoughts said, "The battle between gods and devils thousands of years ago brought the six realms to the brink of destruction. That was the end of an era that couldn't be prevented and yet, young man, you were able to escape that calamity. That's enough to prove that even if you didn't have the blood of the ancient gods in you, you're a descendant of ancient devils. Perhaps, you may have the blood of both."

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."