Legacies Novels & Stories

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

Golden was shocked, but he ignored it for the moment because, at that moment, the Frost Wolf closed its eyes eternally. Golden also started to cry. He would never forget that Frost Wolf nor the time he lived with it. [System detected that the user received a Legacy.] [The Legacy doesn't match the user physique. Accepting the Legacy will be detrimental to the user.] [Remodeling the Legacy to match the user's physique.] [Legacy remodeled, the user will obtain all its benefits and enhancements without any side-effect.] Since that light shot into Golden's forehead, the system started with those notifications, but until the system started to speak about the contents of the Legacy, Golden didn't p

HAPPY READING, and as always I am open to answering any questions as long as it doesnt give anything away. This time I have a small question for all of you. How would you all feel if I started a group on F* just for Legacy fans? like a little book club yall could get either discuss with one another or maybe even do group Q&A's. It might also help some of you who want the Legacy update notification faster.

A legacy is the title of the immortals. The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time. We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.

"He’s suggesting we kill the god and leave the city to the mortals. Are you in, or is the old CEO still worried about his legacy?" Lucien let out a dry, humorless laugh, pacing back toward the center of the damp, cavernous space. "My legacy was a spreadsheet that liquidated ten thousand lives to save a quarter of profit. I think I’m done with legacies, Arthur. I’m interested in results." "Then we move," Arthur said, standing up and pulling Kael to his feet. "Kael, can you walk?" Kael pushed off the wall, stumbling slightly before finding his center. "I can walk. But I’ll need you to keep the interface steady. If the connection wobbles, the feedback will snap b

His identity. "My grandfather used to say that a legacy isn't built on money, Evie," Richard murmured, his voice dropping so low I had to lean in to hear him over the rustling leaves. "It’s built on what you’re willing to break to protect the people you love." "Why are you taking that out now?" Panic, cold and sharp, flooded my veins. "Richard, put it away. We need to move. We have to keep heading north toward the river—" "They're tracking us by the signal, Evelyn."

was a dream they could never keep. Rage lowered his rifle, his shoulders slumping for the first time in years. He looked at the girl, a living shadow of his own past, and then at the dark, snow-covered horizon. "Phase Three," Rage whispered. The war for the legacy wasn't just about their children. It was about the sins of the fathers coming back to reclaim the world.

“That’s impossible.” The screen flickered. Then displayed a single sentence: You saved the children. Another line appeared. But can you save the future? Adrian’s voice hardened. “Trace it!” “I’m trying!” Lucas’s fingers flew across the console. “Signal is piggybacking quantum noise. There’s no fixed source!” The screen went black. Then one final message surfaced: Legacy is not a person. It is an idea. Elena stared at the words, heartbeat steady. “Victor,” Adrian muttered.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.