Legacy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

A pervasive apathy envelops me; the walls, the furniture—everything feels cold, but my heart, is colder still. "You shouldn't have done it," I hear Oliver, my wolf say, I know exactly what he means. He suffered just as much, if not more. "It doesn't matter now," I hissed at him. It's been six long years since I rejected my potential mate. It was for the good of the pack. I couldn't let a legacy die because of my mistake. There were nights I wanted to change my mind and nights I wanted to find her but I had made a decision that I’m sure was for the best.

“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.

“My father read me some stories during my childhood. One of our favorites is about Silvermares. I never thought it’s more than just a legend.” He placed the big book on the table. Jared and I stood beside him and watched as he flipped the pages. “I have no idea where my father gets this. But I’m glad I decided to keep it as an heirloom.” He stopped flipping the pages and pointed his finger at a picture. The page revealed an old drawing of two beings. “Lycans…” I whispered as soon as I laid my eyes on them. “Yes…” Jared also whispered. “I used to read a similar book in a public library.”

My stomach churned and my heart dropped somewhere deep, where I couldn’t reach it. “So he married the wrong woman because his father told him to?” “Because it was his duty,” the Countess replied flatly. “That’s the difference between fantasy and legacy.” Legacy. A word that meant ruin for the rich. They would destroy everything in their path just to uphold their fucking legacy. I couldn't look away. “And my mother?”

“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.

"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.

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.