Legacy Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I was actually going to suggest we do this together. I want you to feel confident in your role here, Elena. This is your legacy.” The word “legacy” made my stomach churn. I’d spent most of my life working part-time jobs, struggling to make ends meet, and barely scraping by. This world of wealth and power was foreign to me, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong. --- Later that day, I decided to take a break from the estate’s endless demands. I wanted to do something special for Adrian, to thank him for standing by me through everything.

“How come? Are you trying to say my evidence is lie?” “N…no.. but the person must have had it mixed up.” Lucian held his fingers and bent them backwards which made Derek scream. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You are only making things hard for yourself” He bent his finger backwards even more. “Please stop…PLEASE!!” “Okay.” He paused, “Let's start from the top again. Shall we?” Derek nodded hastingly and Lucian had a very sinister smirk plastered on his face. “I am Lucian. Alpha of Ironfang dominion. Have you heard of me?”

For himself. Mariana stiffened, and her heart sank. "What do you mean?"" Lucia smiled sadly. "Do you really think he's the same guy you used to know?" No, he's not. He is a man who is trying to keep everything in order and fight his demons. And you? "You're just a part of his legacy." Mariana stepped back and shook her head. "You are lying. Diego loves me. "He's been fighting for us."

“You aren’t the same man I loved. Whenever I look at you, all I can see is a liar and cheater, the one who took advantage of my trust and stabbed me in the back.” My lycan stirred violently beneath my skin. “Sorry, but I can’t live with the reminder of my foolishness to believe your lies.” A low growl tore from my throat before I could stop it. The paper crumpled slightly on my fist. Warg howled inside me, a broken, feral sound. “We never lied to her. It’s true. I love her, Cassian.” My heart clenched as I read the rest of the farewell, forcing myself through every line as if enduring a punishment I deserved. By the time I reached the end, my chest felt hollowed out.

Rules and all those bullshit. What fucking Legacy did I even have? I didn't know what it was but something in me told me that she was a liar that came up with lies about being a big fan of me just to get me on her side. Freya was too nice to have someone else get killed unless there was a high chance that it had to do with Thorne. The same way I would get rid of anyone that I considered a threat to my relationship with Thorne could be what she did as well.

But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then. “Still holdin’ onto some shit about your brother?” I ask, keeping my tone casual. Legion glances at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Legacy’s lost himself. Whatever he’s gotten involved in, it’s not about family anymore. He used to care, but now? Now he’s wrapped up in this… this need for power. And he’s willing to burn everything down to get it.” I grunt in acknowledgment, but my thoughts keep drifting to Zane. The name is like a knife twisting in my gut, but I don’t let it show on my face. I’ve gotten real good at hiding that kind of pain.

"My brother is a fool if he believes playing with expired territory assets will provoke my wolf," Lucien Afolayan murmured, his deep, rumbling voice cutting through the heavy orchestration filling the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber. His golden eyes remained completely detached from Corrie, but they locked onto me with a sudden, intense heat that made my heart go fast. "He thinks your vanguard armor is just a show, Chika, but he doesn't realize my line only crowns a true king."

She was the version of Elara the Architects had always wanted. "You're a broken copy," Legacy-Elara whispered, her voice a perfect harmonic. "Why fight for a world of pain when you can return to the peace of the Code?" The Feral Strike Elara didn't answer with words. She answered with Interference. She leaned into her scars. She leaned into the memory of the cold nights in the Rust, the smell of the locker room, and the weight of Julian’s sacrifice. She didn't try to be "Perfect." She became Irrational.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League