Legacies Novels & Stories

"Well, to be honest, it's yours, but if you give it to me, I can use it to take back the company and return it to you as soon as I am done with it." "You do not have to ask them for that; take it and use it however you like. I do not care." Lila replied when she saw that Levi was not sure if she was going to release it to him. She had just gone to offer herself as a sacrifice to her mother so that she would win. Why would he think that a few scraps were going to make her betray him? "Are you sure? This is supposed to give you immunity."

Everything about the last days had felt designed to push me toward a line I could not uncross. Damian spoke then, voice low but firm. “If this legacy threatens to consume her, we fight it,” he said without hesitation. “We don’t bargain with something that sees her as a symbol instead of a person.” His words warmed and hurt all at once, because part of me agreed completely. Another part wondered if refusing was exactly what the Ashbound expected. Angela’s expression softened just slightly. “Legacies don’t always erase the self,” she said carefully. “Sometimes they reveal what was always there.” She paused, then added more quietly, “But sometimes they demand a p

The room seemed colder without her presence, but the terror and grief remained, lingering in the air like a poison. “Beth... we’re going to get out of here,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, but my words fell on deaf ears. The look on Beth’s face was distant, hollow. I could see the light in her eyes flickering out, her spirit fading with Simon’s death. She was broken, and I feared I was losing her too.

“I was actually going to suggest we do this together. I want you to feel confident in your role here, Elena. This is your legacy.” The word “legacy” made my stomach churn. I’d spent most of my life working part-time jobs, struggling to make ends meet, and barely scraping by. This world of wealth and power was foreign to me, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong. --- Later that day, I decided to take a break from the estate’s endless demands. I wanted to do something special for Adrian, to thank him for standing by me through everything.

Daniel finally enters the room, and Diana asks him about her gifts. “Oh! That? I forgot to get yours. I tend to forget things so easily these days,” Daniel lied, hurting Diana’s feelings. He has not bought her anything since he feels she doesn’t need them. Diana chokes on her tears at her father’s lies. He claims to forget to buy her gifts, but he bought gifts for Penelope. She feels dejected and disappointed. Was it too hard for him to buy her something even minor? “Okay, father, welcome home,” she greeted out of grievance and hurried up to her room.

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

“Its all rigged. It’s a continuation of my father’s isn’t it? Just the same way my father’s was a continuation of his own father’s life. The only difference is that my father fell in love with a human girl. He tried to have a happy ending with her but he couldn’t. Why? Because his life is a continuation of his father’s. He has to live up to the legacy that his father left behind.” “Who cares about dumb legacies?” Calisté said and stood up holding Jimin by the chin. “I do not give two fucks about legacies. I did not have a father or mother to leave any legacy for me. They were paupers and so they allowed me to do whatever the fuc

"It's long overdue, but I'm finally acting my age. Let's be carefree and young together, Zeke." "I don't know about you, Mare, but it's too late for me. Can you guess how old I am?" I gasp. "Are legacies supposed to be immortal, like vampires?" Zeke stays silent, and I release another long gasp. He's trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but now I'm genuinely curious. "Legacy werewolves can stay alive forever." "Will that make you..." I trail off while counting wide-eyed with my fingers. "Three—four hundred years old!"

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

‌ I th⁠ought a‌bout my father‌ ag‌‌ain⁠, but‍ th⁠is time t​he me‌mo⁠ry d⁠idn’t hurt as shar‌pl​y. “He t‍hough‌t leg⁠acy was what w‌e⁠ l‍⁠eft behind,” I sa‍⁠id.‍ “I thi​nk legacy‍ is al​so w‌hat we leave i‌nside people⁠.‌” Rosa lifted her head. ‌“What do you mean?”