Novel & Cerita Legacy Fanfic

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

But who was he calling a wart? “I’m fine,” I grunted my eyes flashing to Legion, “ and I remember you’re a Lycan-“ my gaze trailed to Caleb, then the man I knew to be Legion's father, dropping to his hand that was making an annoying tap on the oak table, “all of you are.” He stopped the tapping as if noticing my eyes were focused on it, his tone sounding annoyed, “Your mate just had to be companions with a Finder, these things are arrogant and never evolve well," he grumbled standing up to his full-length.

While forming Carodia and creating the first wolves called legacies, Tuiren states here that she had regrets. She knew her gifted wolves will rise against her later on and so she made bloodlines and a clan of silver wolves to be their worst enemy. "Do you see it now?" Wendy asks, moments later. She knows I've picked the right book for a start. I run my fingers over the Celtic symbols of fire and water imprinted on a page. Tuiren had used these for her creations and that was why each legacy could control either of the elements. "A legacy is not the most powerful wolf alive. I am." I breathe the last words out. The realization shocks me. It's like Tuiren made my kind as a check on the first wo

“Hey, Lucy! Guess what—never mind, I’ll just tell you. I have an amazing day planned for us, and it involves ladies. What do you say?” I barely turned my head to acknowledge Adam, my best friend, who was grinning like an idiot. “Bro, my sister is missing. I’m really not in the mood to party,” I muttered, still staring after Jack as he disappeared down the street. Adam sighed, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “I know, man. But you’ve been out here all day. You need a break. Come on, Lucy, are you really gonna keep the ladies wai—” Before he could finish, I took off after Jack, my decision made in an instant.

All he is after what was in between the women's legs. And I hope one day, he'll fuck me….. I trailed off. It's not like I haven't had sex with Daniel. I have, but that was one thing I never wanted to do again. Even though Ethan was a complete asshole, I still love him and I can't come in between two friends by sleeping with both of them at separate times. Because not only will it ruin their relationship, it'll ruin my reputation too and I don't think I want something like that. After all, my family already has enough bad names. All thanks to that bitch.

I said quietly, deliberately, “I loved you like a brother I never had. I don’t see why that should change. Legacy is important. Family is important. Ours should always remember that.” I watched as his face crumpled—ridiculous, emotional, almost tearful. And then, before I could step away, the slimy bastard had the gall to hug me. Hug me. My arms stayed at my sides, but I let him. Let him think he had wormed his way into something soft and sentimental. “You have the best war plans, Cassius,” he gushed, voice sticky with awe. “Not just mine this time.” I let the words drop smoothly, lazily, as I flipped open the folder. “I had help. From my mate. Lorien.”

So I am really excited to see what the next few years bring. As I have been concentrating on Denied by Destiny, I have been unable to update Pierce’s and Libby's story which I will now start to update - thank you for bearing with me. This is under the Legacy of the Alpha King saga and seperate to Denied by Destiny collection. Thank you to those of you that reached out to give their support, you are more appreciated than you will ever know.

She could stay with one of us as a roommate, but then that person would have the advantage as far as opportunity and points. “I say,” Veronica contributes, “that Laz takes the library and she gets his room.” “But that room is mine,” Laz raises his voice, his glasses shaking with rage. “It was promised to my family 15 years ago. My two older brothers both sat at this table and…” “I agree with Laz,” I say with my hand raised. He grins at me graciously, grateful for my support. “That room is his fair and square. He is a Legacy. Once a legacy, always a legacy.”

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

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.