Legacy: A Novels & Stories

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

Lila trailed slightly, her black curls bouncing, Mist urging her forward despite the fear gnawing at her insides. As they neared the outpost, the metallic stench of blood hit them like a wall, mingled with the charred wood and unnatural pulse of the runes. Alya halted, raising a hand, her amber eyes narrowing. "There," she whispered, pointing to the glowing red symbols ahead, the ruins coming into view—huts collapsed, towers toppled, bodies strewn like broken dolls. Emotions surged: rage boiling in her chest, sorrow for the fallen, determination steeling her spine. "Shift now—Ember leads."

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

"Your Majesty, this is so bad. You've to do something about this." "We have to do something about this!" I corrected. Lucinda was my Personal Assistant, she's a moon spirit and second-in-command to me, a best friend and more. I always told her all of my decisions and most of the time we sat down to have friendly chats, at other times serious discussions took place.

assured Daniel. "He has always been manipulative and competent," murmured Leo in his mind. The nostalgia, the yearning and the desire to tread old ground flowed from Pandora’s box the moment he saw Rachel with her son, who resembled him closely. It was a lid Leo wanted to try to slam open and certainly struggled to conjure a happy ending. Later, Rachel basked in a large bathtub filled with warm water mixed with just the right amount of Epsom salt, scented lavender and rosemary herbs while Alex slept for the night.

After staring at her for a while, with worry written all over his face, he nodded and walked away, shutting the door to her bedroom. As soon as he was gone, Lyra threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow. Obviously, her Dad would hear her, but he would know she was screaming into her pillow in an attempt to relieve her stress. The words of her Dad rang in her head again. “There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be puttin

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.

"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!"

"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 back to me."

I ran toward him. "I’m a 'Legacy Asset,' Kaima," Leo said, puffing on the pipe. "I’ve been through a dozen 'Demos.' Every time the Aethel-Group tries to launch a new 'Reality,' they use me as the tutorial guide. I'm the one who explains the rules before the player starts the first level." He looked up at the countdown. **[04:12]**