Legacy Fanfic Novels & Stories

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

“What’s really happening is that you keep showing up in my life pretending you’re doing me a favor.” He stood slowly, adjusting his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “You still think this is about love, don’t you?” His tone was quiet but it still sounded harsh. My pulse picked up. “If it’s not, then what is it?” As Cassian stepped closer, his shoes barely made a sound against the polished floor. “Legacy,” he said simply. “That’s what this has always been about.” He took one more step. “The Council wants to merge our bloodlines. My influence and your growing power. Together, we’d be untouchable.”

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:

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*

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

This is what Lucian did to me. I wanted to see him. No… needed to. The craving had only gotten worse since that night in the hallway. The night we nearly… Ugh. Then Killian just had to ruin everything. Sometimes, I forgot that Alpha was still available in the pack, playing by Bloodfang’s book of rules.

Emilia's memories of their torture and humiliation still seared her mind, a stark contrast to the kindness she had once shown them. A wave of disgust washed over her as she recalled her past feelings for Lucas. In her ignorance, she had fallen deeply in love with him, blind to his true nature. He was her first love, and the pain of that betrayal cut deep. Yesterday's revelation had extinguished that love, replacing it with a fierce hatred.

"Okay, don't go back too soon. You could spend all of Grandpa's money there." "But—" He grumbled, knowing the phone session had been unilaterally ended by his grandfather. Lionel hit the steering wheel without caring about Belle's response. "Why does that man have so many wishes? How am I supposed to move on after this, huh?" ***

“We’ll move this pack to the modern times. I want people to be here.” Lucas looked at Sebastian with tears welling in his eyes. That damned mate bond making him adoring Sebastian. He glanced over at Adam and saw him fighting the same feelings. “So, this mate bond. Is there something we can do about it?”, Lucas asked in general. Adam shook his head. “Several have tried, but it is still like the stories we grew up with. It’s just mixed up nowadays. Many have been in shock, they grew up believing that they liked women and then their mate turned out to be a man.”, Adam shared, opening a new bottle of beer.

I wrote three letters, each addressed to Darius, Aeron, and Smith. “I still don’t see why the vampires are involved in this,” Janet said when I finished writing the third letter. “They had us convinced for years that they’ve been extinct. They’ve been deceiving us since time immemorial.” “Just send the letters, Janet,” I replied. I completely understood why she was frustrated about involving the vampires. But whether we liked it or not, they were one of us as children of the moon goddess. “I’ll create a portal and send the letters. I’ll also create a map to lead them to where they need to be gathered tomorrow,” she said. I gave her a nod and a look of appreciation.