Legacies Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

Every inch of him screamed challenge, and I knew the second our eyes met that he still thought I’d gone soft coming here. Let him think it. The room went silent when Professor Veyra Aldane swept in. Same dark silk cloak. Same crimson-trimmed sleeves. Same terrifying calm in her gaze. “Legacy is the sharpest weapon a bloodline can wield,” she began, her voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. “But also the most fragile. Entire clans have fallen not by sword or spell, but by forgetting where they came from.” Her eyes flicked to me. Brief. Surgical. I forced myself not to clench my jaw.

I knew the only thing left to talk about between us was her father being a bounty hunter, and I knew she had not let it go just yet. “I know how you must be feeling right now,” she started. “And I know that you probably won’t ever see me the same way after finding out what you just found out, but I want you to know that I’ll never sell you out. None of you. Tyrell is my mate, and he comes first in my life. I might not feel the mate bond the same way the wolves do, but I know it’s there. And I love him. The last thing I’ll do is betray him, and betraying even one werewolf is betraying him.”

Marcus Blackwood's sinister smile etched itself into her mind. Emilia's breath quickened as she recalled her escape, finding solace with old Mr. Winston. His kind face and gentle words contrasted with the cruelty of his family. She remembered his tragic passing, and the shock of being named his successor. The memories kept coming – her graduation, the fatal accident, and the subsequent memory loss. Her marriage to Lucas, his family's mistreatment, and the second accident that restored her memories. As the recollections ceased, Emilia's expression transformed. A calculating smile spread across her face, but her eyes remained icy, devoid of warmth. The sparkle in her gaze was now a frozen flam

Maria tried to influence Tomy to take over the Dawn Family company. As expected, Maria was the main culprit behind the accident that occurred in her in-laws. If Claire were still alive, William wouldn't have had the heart to hand over the company to his daughter because he trusted her so much. However, when Claire died, things became very complicated for William. Even though the company's ownership should have gone to Tomy as the surviving descendant, William became very hesitant since he discovered that Maria was a scheming woman. Now, William's trust turns to Belle, a 27-year-old girl who is only his caretaker.

He stood now, slowly walking down from his throne. “You should know one thing. I didn’t plan for this.” He pointed to the child in Sirella’s arms. “This child.” Sirella pulled the baby closer to her chest. “Don’t touch him.” Salvatore laughed. “Relax, Sirella. I won’t hurt him. He’s my blood. My legacy.” “He’s not your legacy!” I shouted. “He is now,” Salvatore said simply. “You see, he’s special. Born from two strong wolves. His future will be great. And I will make sure he becomes the heir I need.”

Before the bridge. Before any of it had even started, it had already been decided. I closed my eyes, and Diego's voice came back to me exactly the way he'd said it on the bridge, calm, certain, final. *The Salvatore legacy doesn't include you… or your child* It hadn't been cruelty, I understood now. *You're a worthless daughter-in-law. You're barren* It had been certainty. Every Salvatore member had known long before that night that there was nothing left to protect me for, because by then my baby was already gone — gone before I'd even left the hospital the first time, gone before I ever knew to be afraid of losing it.

“Stefano didn't find you. He targeted you. He studied you. He knew exactly what to say to make a pathetic, lonely girl like you fall for him. You weren't his wife. You were a tool.” “Stop it!” I screamed. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like water. I sank back into the chair, my head spinning. “He loves me! He stayed with me throughout the hospital; he never left my side. Why would he do that if he didn’t love me?” Lucia’s smile widened, turning ugly. “He stayed with you because he was guilty. Not because he loves you, but because he almost lost his most valuable piece of leverage before he could kill your father.”

I've left nothing unsaid. "Leave before I change my mind about harming you." I walk away, approaching the wide and arched entrance. "We are more alike than you think, Zeke. Just because you are a Legacy does not mean you are not a rogue. Everything you've achieved here shows just how much of a rogue you are," she says with a tinge of anxiety in her tone. I keep walking. Alexis raises her voice, taking another step forward. "The rebel and the rogue—Can't you see? It's a match made in heaven!"

I say. “Your greetings aren't important because your father and I want to know when you’re going to give us grandpups,” she says with a small, playful smile but her eyes are serious. “You’re still an Alpha. Legacy matters.” I grit my teeth. “I’ll give you both an heir when I’m ready,” I mutter, not looking at her. The thought of creating a new life with Nicole makes my skin crawl. She leans in, resting a hand gently on my desk. “Sweetheart, I know losing Stacy and Liam broke you, but it’s time to live again.”

“All of it.” He looked at her carefully. “You may not like it.” “I don’t care.” He ran a hand through his hair. “The Aragon legacy isn’t just ancient, it’s cursed. Every generation, someone dies young. Assassinations, accidents, disappearances. Your mother faked her death to break the pattern. But it didn’t work. It just passed to you. And now… to Stephanie.” Valeria stared at him, chilled. “Are you saying my daughter is cursed?”