Legacies Memes Novels & Stories

The series will be called Hidden Legacy. The artist for the cover is Rose Proffitt, a New Zealand artist currently living in Australia. I really recommend checking out her F______k page, Rose Proffitt Creations, where you can see some of the amazing graphics she creates. I feel lucky to have such a talented friend.

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."

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

Stone pressed against him, his gray fur ruffled, the firedlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. The night deepened, the stars shining brightly above, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their centennial celebration, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the dark, their love a light that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and hope that echoed through the ages, carried forward by their descendants, the forest a timeless witness to their story.

I asked, my grip tightening at the phone. Alex hesitated. “I don’t understand the entire details, however I realize it includes something international. Dominion wasn’t pretty much energy —it turned into approximately manage. Legacy turned into designed to convey that management into each factor of life. Finance, technology, communications—they desired to centralize the entirety below one system.” Ethan gestured for me to place the decision on speaker, and Alex’s voice crammed the room. “If you’re decrypting it, you want to be equipped for what occurs whilst you open it,” Alex endured. “Legacy is possibly tied to a failsafe— something so one can spark off robotically if it’s tampered with.”

’ The boy smiled, “Thanks.” The wolf nodded his head, ‘You’re welcome.’ “That place.... was where I was born, I guess.” The wolf looked at him curiously. “I was human once but not anymore. Not after what they did. They told me it was for my country. That I could save millions of innocent lives; that would become threatened in the near distant future. That the world needed me; and I would become someone important. At the time, for me, it was a chance to belong somewhere. You see I was orphaned at a young age. I don’t really remember what happened to my birth parents at all. So that place was a chance to be loved for a change, and it was like a dream come true.

His son is following his footsteps by establishing his name and power all over as the future king alpha. “So, are you ready for the new school? Everyone there is from well-known packs, top students and the legacies study there too. You will fit in so perfectly with your top grades, your impeccable skills and if anything goes wrong, let me know and I will smooth it over. I want you to have a good time and live a happy life,” Mr. Parker tells me. The legacies are the five original families of werewolf race who are considered the royalty. Each family has branched of and has its own packs, all over the world, like a family tree. To say they make me uncomfortable is an understatement.

The moon hung low and full, casting silver light across the stones. "Do you think they will remember this?" Kai asked softly. "Do you think they will remember that we came together, that we stood united?" Darius took his hand and squeezed it. "They will remember. And they will pass that memory down to their children and their children's children. This is the legacy we are building, Kai. A legacy of hope. A legacy of love. A legacy that will endure for generations." Kai felt tears stream down his face, but they were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of gratitude, of joy, of a love so deep it seemed to stretch into eternity.

He let the screen do it, and the screen stopped on a name that made Kaela's stomach drop before her mind caught up to why. Orveen. "That's not a claimant credential," Lucien said, flatly. It was not a question, though it came out like the front half of one. "No," Adair said. "It's tagged as legacy-remnant. Which is either a leftover from a role that predates the claimant system entirely and was never formally closed out — " he looked up as he continued, “ — or something somebody forgot to revoke because they didn't know it existed to revoke."

And that was a legacy worth fighting for. **THE END**