Legacy Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“You can say that again.” I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, the crackle of fire behind us fading into background noise. The Pale Fang had haunted our family for generations, stealing lives, staining legacies, twisting bloodlines. But we ended it. After all the loss, betrayal, pain, and confusion, we stood here. Victors. And watching the last of that cursed legacy crumble to ash? It was more satisfying than I ever dreamed.

The way she was tender with him hurt more than his rock hard fist connecting to my face had. She fucking cared about him. She fucking cared. “I’m fine.” Legacy raised his dark eyes to me. “The only reason you’re still breathing is because of her, remember that,” he hissed in my direction, his arm flung around her shoulders like he fucking owned her. Something in my chest snapped. “Fuck you, and fuck her as well,” I repeated my previous words and then added a few for good measure. “She wasn’t even a good lay, anyway.” ***

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:

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.

“You are so like your mother.” “You sound like you miss her.” I say after swallowing my huge mouthful. “I do. She was in many ways the perfect daughter.” “Not so perfect. She disobeyed you. She ran away.” I point out not caring how blunt I sound. He sighs. “Yes but that was because I drove her to it. I was much more ambitious in my younger years. I wanted to found a dynasty. If my mate could have produced Lycans then I would have bred an army’s worth.”

"As long as Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat is alive, no one else can marry my daughter. You tell me, what should I worry about?" "Your Legacy? If you think marrying off your daughter to Sekhawat will save your Legacy then you are wrong. Remember, the day Takht will be mine, I won't think twice before destroying every living being of Legacy. You still have the time. Called off the marriage." "I won't. If you are so brave, fight for it. We are Rajput. We are bound by our promises." "Promises and you? Who was once ready to betray his own gang, is now talking about promises." The person over the phone laughed before dropping the call.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

“Let's get drunk on champers and choccies, and spill our nastiest sex stories.” “I’ll drink to that,” comes the voice of Kaia as she walks out of her bedroom. “I could use the fucking time off after birthing vampire babies who stay babies for five years before growing into terror toddlers.” “Ooh. I do not envy you,” Kira quips from behind us. “Legacy is like twenty toddlers in one, while Legion is a literal saint.” “Legacy and Legion? Those are some badass names for kids,” Rebecca says as we reach the bottom stairs, only to walk into a literal pillow bed all over the living room floor.

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.