Legacy: A Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched. “Watch your big mouth, little nosy bastard,” he said. The oldest of the lot—a Fat Man with the stained silk tie and short temper—leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his glass. “Calm down everybody! You can’t have both the girl and your legacy, Elky Jennings. You have to pick one or another.” Legacy? What a poetic word for a stash of blood money in a dodgy Swiss account and multiple floors of empty rooms with 18th century closets full of skeletons. I swallowed a smirk with my wine but my face didn’t move a muscle.

“What clue? What’s in the paper?” Lucian unfolded it, revealing a map with markings, coordinates, and notes in my father’s handwriting. “Locations your father deemed critical. Safehouses, financial access points, and…” He hesitated, scanning the margins. “…one phrase: ‘The legacy must survive.’” I swallowed hard. “Legacy? What legacy?” Lucian’s gaze darkened. “That’s what we’re about to find out. Whatever your father protected… Darius Mercer wants it. And he’ll do anything to get it.”

She let the silence settle for a moment before she finished: “It’s meant for the one who creates—or destroys—legacies.” Nyma reached for the pendant again, as if she could feel that legacy humming beneath her skin. Her hands shook. “Am I supposed to choose?” she asked, voice barely a breath. “Between the two?” Creation and destruction. Elara didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. After a moment of staring at it, Elara responed. "I don't know exactly, darling! " But deep down, Nyma already knew.

“You are the one who doesn’t belong here.” He chuckled, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Oh please Skyla. You’re clever, yes. Resilient, I’d give you that. But you’re not ready for war. You’re not even armed. You think this is about family. About revenge. But this.... all this is about legacies. Legacies are protected with blood.” I took one step closer to him. “And you think you can scare me into submission?” “No,” he muttered gravely, stepping back. “I won’t scare you into submission. But I think I can remove the problem.”

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.

The same chiseled features, the same piercing eyes, the same aura of confidence and power. As Lucas approached, Marcus's eyes never left his face, drinking in the sight of his prized jewel. He saw in Lucas a continuation of his legacy, a worthy successor to the Blackwood throne. And in that moment, Marcus knew that his pride was justified, for Lucas was the perfect heir, a true Blackwood in every sense of the word. *** The scene shifted to a sleek, black limousine, gliding smoothly through the city streets. Inside, Marcus and Lucas sat side by side, yet worlds apart. The air was heavy with tension, thick with unspoken words.

The room went silent as she began to speak. "Legacy is not just about wealth," Prudence began, her voice carrying a magnetic authority. "It is about the truth of our origins. In my work as a Legacy Architect, I have found that the greatest threats to a family’s future are not external enemies, but the secrets hidden within their own history. A misplaced document, a forgotten heir, a fractured succession... these are the cracks that can bring down even the mightiest empires."

They didn't have children so they both adopted me against the general will of the pack in bringing in an outsider. Pack members are always cautious and threatened by who is not one of them, especially one with no trace of her origin but the Luna gave the gamma and his mate permission to raise me until they both died five years after I was adopted, the packs disapproval and dislike of me slowly stemmed into bitter hatred and it worsened in the last two years when I couldn't shift at eighteen. Elder Maya happens to be the Mother of the gamma, so her hatred and unfair treatment has always ran through my veins.

Amy shivered, "it will be as if we return to 1476 and Julius Cesar's family begins their rule of darkness, blood and evil again. Amy sighed.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.