Legacies Monster Novels & Stories

King Barakar commended pursing his lips as he let out a smile. "Well, I wasn't the social type, so I read a lot in my solitude," I explained. The King just nodded his head. "The coliseum is King Jorin's only legacy - a legacy of blood," he added. "But it has also showcased the potential of the people, both humans and mages, and werewolves alike. In the coliseum, all are equal, and only differentiated by their strength," lord Caden chipped in. "That's true," King Barakar shrugged.

" Diego couldn't shake the weight of her words. He knew what was at stake. They weren't just trying to stay alive anymore. They were fighting to protect their children's future, the legacy of their bloodline, and the very soul of the werewolf race. "We do this together, Diego," Mariana said, her voice steady but full of the pain of their journey. "Stop running away from our fate. As a family, we face it head-on. Diego could feel the power growing inside him and the weight of his bloodline pushing against him as the battle raged on in the distance. His greatest strength had become a curse that could kill them all. But he had to use it to fight the darkness that had grown from his legacy.

"B-But my dad said we have to finish the three years. Otherwise, it'll bring bad luck…" "God, you're useless! We can't count on you for anything!" they shouted before hanging up. Still, I had underestimated how spoiled Wallace really was. Only a week later, I got a furious call from him. "Marshall! I've had it! The bugs here are gigantic! I can't stand this place another day!" He was shouting so loudly that it hurt my ears. "I can't stand three years of this nonsense! I'm coming back tomorrow! I already talked to a fortune teller. He said I can just hire someone to take my place and do some ritual. I'll bring the safe back—you figure out the rest!"

He glares at me and I can't help but smile. I move closer, crouching until we're eye level. "You know what I am, don't you?" His silence tells me enough. Kira leans against a support beam, watching closely, her expression unreadable. "I thought your kind went extinct," the vampire mutters finally in a hoarse voice. "Guess the legends were wrong." My smile widens a little. "Guess they were." He spits blood on the floor between us. "You can kill me, Tribrid, but it won't matter. The Hollow will eat you alive from the inside."

“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.

Cameras flashed. Miguel muttered under his breath, “He’s not speaking to them. He’s speaking to you.” Amelia’s lips curved faintly, her eyes never leaving Damien. “Then let him waste his breath.” Damien’s voice dropped, velvet covering steel. “Legacy cannot be built on betrayal. It cannot survive if poison festers inside its walls.” His gaze landed directly on her, cold and cutting. “That is why Blackwood will purge what is rotten… and rise untouched.”

That I am the monster she hates. Everyone says love and hate walk hand in hand, and maybe that’s what is happening with us, but I would never tell her that I love her. I don’t think I am capable of loving. Not after everything my father put me through, and after I watched him destroy his marriage with my mother. The things he did to me, everything he made me endure because he was raising a man with character, a man who is not afraid of life and does what needs to be done. What he didn’t see coming was that I really did what needed to be done. I killed the bastard.

We entered through the backdoor and walked long spiral stairs underneath the mansion where there was a hall with portraits. Adolphus and I were speechless. I’ve never seen this before. Not even in one of those memories. This was completely new, a deviant from my normal life. “What’s this, grandpa?” “Your legacy. Everything that belongs to the five families return to the five Sigmas when they are born. I guess you understand now why that bastard wants you. I guess he knows about the five legacies and the Sigmas. A lot wanted the five abilities and as you can see, your abilities are overpowered. Regression, Healing, Strength, Persuasion and Seduction. Five abilities for five Sigmas.”

The first time Lyra escaped the phrontistery at Crescent Pack shealmost got lost. A phrontistery was a place where high ranked young werewolves schooled. There was only seven phrontistery in the world. One located in each continent. Lyra’s pack, the Moonstone pack, was situated in West Virginia, United States, North America. The Crescent Pack was the pack in North America that had a phrontistery. It was located in New York, United States, North America.

“Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.” “No man, I know,” I echoed and nodded slowly. “I am not a man, and I am not going to make the same mistake that others did. It’s about time they realize what eye for an eye means.” I shook my head and spoke slowly. “They have to pay. I will make them pay. Romanos played Gods for a long time now. It’s about time they see what hell looks like.” “It is not going to be easy, Lilliana.” I knew that it was a war—a war with an invincible enemy.