Legacies Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

“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.

Her past clawed at her ribs. The video ended. Serena stared at the black screen. Stefano reached out and took the phone back. He didn’t speak for a moment. Then, almost gently, he said, “It was supposed to be a secret. But I trust you.” She turned to face him, her face pale and lips slightly parted. “I’m not just fighting ghosts,” he continued. “I’m ending legacies.” Serena’s throat tightened. “What does that mean?” Stefano’s eyes locked onto hers, fierce and unwavering. “I’m eliminating every man, woman, and institution that had a hand in my family’s slaughter. Corrupt politicians, traitorous agents, foreign operatives. One by one, they are falling.”

It looked like he had sensed something, so he stood up, and looked around. "Is anything wrong?" Melissa asked, out of curiosity. "No. Things were just set, right. Now is my cue to set it wrong, for Mr. Right." He said, then snapped Layla's back neck, and she zapped out. Then everything went blank for Stefan, but he could still hear their voices. "Who are you? What mistake have I done to save you?" She said as she moved backwards, slowly in fear. "The biggest mistake you can ever make."

I stopped when I realized what I’m about to say. “Go, say it, Savannah. Tell them. Can you tell them that? Will you tell them that I blackmailed you using one of your darkest secrets?” I heard Sylvester said. When did he become this evil? I really regret trusting him! I turned around to answer Vester but Stefano suddenly punched him. “You shut up Vester! Savannah is still older than you! Didn’t I told you that I’ll make you regret it if you ever harm her?! Stop acting like a preschooler!” Skyler held Stefano to stop him from attacking Vester. I saw Cameron entering the mansion.

it was difficult coming back to this place; it brought back some old memories. It felt warm though, with my family around, my brothers and my parents were always loving and making me feel good. I looked out and saw my uncle walking around and standing by the lake staring into the rising sun. I smiled and head out for some fresh air. My name is Lucrezia Skyler Salvatore, first born daughter of Alfredo Salvarote, alpha of the golden sun pack and Valeria Peterson, the high priestess of the Virdonna sisterhood and the pack Luna, one world's strongest magic holds that stood in modern times.

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

‘Don’t tell me basic stuff like he is handsome, rich and all those nonsense idealized versions of him the public seems to have, I want the unusual, things that you feel are illegal to know about him. Aria pinched the bridge of her nose and swallowed hard. ‘One time,’ she began, staring into Luciana’s unwavering eyes. ‘There was news of Salvatore being engaged to a model, Chantelle Albergo was her name, and he seemed to love her very much at that time.

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

I hadn’t begged for his company, hadn’t begged for my mother’s excitement or her misplaced hope. I didn’t even want him. What I wanted… My legacy. The fire Lily had stirred in me was no small flame. It burned hotter with every second, a furnace roaring deep in my bones. Her smug smiles, her veiled threats and her crocodile tears had pushed me to the edge, I want to challenge her. I can’t fight for a man, but I can fight for what rightfully belongs to me. She could have Lucas and play the sweet fiancée, flutter her lashes until her eyes fell out. That wasn’t my war.

Carry this new burden alone, at least until morning. The weight of it crushes me with each step toward the door, with each breath, with each beat of my dying heart. Five generations of Lancaster men, and I'm the first to face this hell. The first Lancaster man who might choose love over legacy. The first Lancaster man who might walk away from it all. And as I enter my hollow home, I realize that being the first might also mean being the last. Because after tonight, I don't know if there'll be anything left of me to save.