Legacies Lizzie Novels & Stories

Yes, Linda. The emergence of Linda in my life is something I cannot fully recount correctly, what I can remember is that I saw her first the day the Pack was in turmoil when one of our ranked members, a wolf and his mate were killed in cold blood by a group of wolves. If I remember correctly that was on her tenth birthday celebration party and they were having a small birthday party at her house with kids her age, I was a teenager then but my parents still forced me to attend the girl's party because she had begged her mum to beg my mum to make me come.

he added and Andrew felt like clutching onto his neck, hitting him so much that he would meet the same demise as Elena. “I hope you’re happy now that you finally ended the innocent girl!” he sneered, earning more laughter from Quincy. “Innocent?” Quincy took some steps to where he was and bent over to Elena’s lifeless body. “Tch, tch, tch, so sorry for her. I wished she never died.” then he looked up at Andrew and curved his lips into a smirk. “Wrap her up, go and dispose her very well. I’ll attend to her funeral if you plan to give her one,” he countered, and raised himself from the ground.

"I don't understand why you're so okay with Sienna hanging around." "'Hanging around'? She lives here." "And you're okay with that too." "She is our Queen Luna." "She shouldn't be. Dad and I were talking-" Anger shoots through me like a bolt of lightning. "You and Lucien?! Was tonight planned? Did the two of you set out to humiliate her from the beginning?" "No!" Lizzie takes a step away from, suddenly defensive. "We just talked about needing to bring her down a peg or two and then the rest just happened."

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

"Nothing illegal but ethically questionable." "How questionable?" Lily's voice was tense. I walked her through everything explaining Richard's aggressive tactics and the people he'd hurt. She listened quietly processing each revelation. "So my father destroyed people to build his empire." She said finally. "That's the legacy I inherited." "Partly." I touched her hand. "But you also inherited his later attempts at redemption. The charitable work and ethical business practices." "Does redemption matter if you've already done terrible things?" Lily looked at me seriously. "Can you make up for destroying people's lives?"

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

I’m not going to start a fight, besides I don’t know what they even want. “I heard about you. The whole Pack is talking.” The girl in the middle says tossing her immaculately groomed hair over her shoulder. “Fuck off, Amber.” Layla says. Amber looks at her then looks back at me. “Do you know what they’re saying?” “What?” I ask. I’ve got a good idea anyway. “They say you were Silas’s whore beforehand. That you’re used goods.” “Shut the fuck up.” Layla snaps and one of the other girls steps in front of her to block her.

I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that. “And…what does that have to do with anything? It must have been years ago,” I told him, knowing fully well that if the letters had Darius looking like this, it had a lot to do with the present. Darius picked up a letter and looked at me. “I think you need to see this, Zara.”

"I felt better when I left the house so..." "You can't be selfish," Elizabeth said. Lila wondered if she was selfish because, aside from her dad's dream to be a part of the Skyline project, she had gotten married to Levi. What else does she have to give up for the sake of her family? "I am sorry," she said instead of all the thoughts she had in her mind. "Well, what is Levi saying or doing about this?" "He said we should go on a real honeymoon." "A real honeymoon?" "Yeah"

“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.”