Legacy Fanfic Novels & Stories

He looked at the blooming red flowers, then at my scaled arms, a dark, complicated pride in his grey eyes. “The Forsaken have already begun the march south,” Lucien said, gesturing to the ridgeline where the charcoal-painted warriors were silhouetted against the dawn. “They feel the change in the air. The grey rot in their veins is gone. You’ve given them back their lives, sister. But you’ve also given them a legend they’ll spend the next thousand years trying to understand.” “I didn't do it for the legend, Lucien,” I said.

I shouted over the noise of the wind and he spun around with a look of pure panic before he raised his rifle and fired a burst that chipped the stone pillar right next to my ear. "You should have stayed in the ballroom and died with the rest of the old men, Lucien, because the Legacy Council has already bought off your own mother and she’s the one who gave them the override codes to the island’s defensive grid!" he yelled back as he ducked behind the iron base of the bell and fired another round that hit me flat in the side of my thigh.

He laughed out loudly. “I turned the whole pack against you fighting for your father's legacy. That's the reason I sent you to Fangspire.” He said, smirking his lips. “But that's not the only reason I kidnapped you. I wanted to let you go but not until you fell in love with him.” “And I know after you guys get married. You will definitely come back for your legacy.” His eyes were fully read, his every movement instilled fear into me. “Let me tell you a story from where I started to hate your existence.”

"The night is cold, and the moon is shining beautifully tonight. I guess the goddess must be smiling down upon us, eh?" "Let's just get this delivery over with. I always hate coming out here every now and then," the Legion's comrade said, looking displeased after what he said. "If we leave early, let me treat you to something interesting. I hope you're not opposed to boys? Or are you female exclusive?" The Legion's comrade pursed his lips as he looked at his comrade, his head shaking with the gentle strides of the horse he rode. "Your debauchery knows no bounds," the Legion shook his head. His comrade laughed and looked behind them.

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.

Fault lines beneath polished surfaces. People were systems too. And systems always failed somewhere. I dug deeper. Old forums. Archived gossip blogs. Industry whisper pages that hadn’t been scrubbed by lawyers yet. Most of it was fluff—speculation, envy, bored writers reaching for drama. Then I found a comment buried beneath an article from nearly three years ago. She’s obsessed with legacy. Not love. That man is just a means. No username. No follow-up. I stared at it longer than necessary. Legacy.

You lie to yourself so much that sometimes it becomes hard for you to differentiate between the lies and the truth "Uncle, am I a stranger? Am I not your niece? How do you think Dad will feel if he was to see what is happening right now" " Happy! Grateful! That in spite of the consequences of his greed, I was still merciful enough to give his daughter a good future. He would be apologetic for having a prostitute like you for a daughter" " Uncle!" I shouted in disbelief, standing from where I was seated "Yes!..." He stood also "......I have heard so many stories of you sleeping with different types of men, even clients are not left out but I never knew that you have the guts to crawl into the

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She fell on the floor crying hard and silently. Even if she fell in front of her parents, they’ll just walk away. Or they’ll beat her up until she gets up. She wonders why they haven’t just sent her away if they hate her this much. She wonders if she was adopted. Her heart aches badly. She wants to strangle something or someone. If she had her way, she would kill that useless colleague of hers. Again, she’s just dreaming, it probably won’t happen. THE BLUE MOON PACK

The red-blooded male was under her control. ‘Oh yes please my baby boy,’ a thirty two year old lady said romantically. She had known the power of a woman since Bible times. Powerful men fell and reduced to junkies and prisoners because of women like Delilah, Jezebel and the like. The lady was ready to play it dirty if only she could frustrate the enemies who thought they were sharp to infiltrate her camp.