Legacies Memes Novels & Stories

“She said everyone would know I carried her mother’s spirit, and I needed to be like her.” I kept my breathing even, but I seriously wanted to puke. Werewolves didn’t believe in reincarnation to the extent that someone’s soul was manifest in the next generation, but they did very much believe in spirit, in the idea of being a certain way or thing or person. It was usually called a “legacy,” the idea that some great ruler’s or some poor vendor’s spirit was so great that their children took on the legacy of being so loyal to the pack, so much a force for good, that the children had to carry it on.

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return" " Ok I will call you when I can"

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."

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.

’ 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."

“You might have powers that even your mom and I won’t be able to comprehend.” I thought Zayn was just playing around with our son at first, but when I chewed on the idea, it seemed possible that Legacy could have unique powers. He was a hybrid; both a demon and a werewolf at the same time. I was no expert on that, but there had to be some special abilities because of that mix. “Holy sh*t!” Legacy exclaimed, and my eyes widened. He took me by surprise with his use of language. “Oh my god. No, baby. That’s a bad word. Don’t say that again.” I scolded him.

They went to class, which is grade 1-4. Arriving at the class, many students crowded and quite crowded in the place. Because in that class, a lot of people are attracting attention. Especially the four men who are in the group, namely Nox Cyril from Cyril family who are very influential in the business world, Lucas Aland is a teenage model who has been famous since childhood, Franss Vessalius is a talented child in the field of IT, and Owen Blouse from a well-known family in the field of medicine.