Legacy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

"That was different." "Was it? Or was that the real her, and you're just pissed that reality is more complicated than your revenge fantasy?" I wanted to argue. To tell him he was wrong and that Lily Rose was a threat that needed to be eliminated. But the words stuck in my throat. "I'm trying to protect Richard's legacy," I said finally.

‘I guess you are flattering me Sir,’ Ima said yieldingly. ‘You should know that am not the type of men who shower flatteries anyhow, I call the truth as it is. The old woman, May her soul continue resting in peace, wasn’t wrong when she named you the sole heir to her empire. She saw what thousands failed to spot in you and am sure wherever she is, she is very proud of you.’

Latent •Copyright ©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the ages of 18. __ Six years ago... . The Alpha of the Stillmoon pack stood in the shadows and surveyed his three daughters. All between the ages of eleven and thirteen, they carelessly played underneath the silvery shine of the moonlight alongside other pack-children.

It was good to be home. Early in the morning, they strolled downstairs to the garden to watch the sun come up. Marcus left her in their favorite spot as the horizon began to shine. Over the next week, Amy learned more about the wolves and the life she would lead as a vampire. Marcus' clan accepted her. Amy spent time by the pond writing and unable to resist, she wrote about vampires and werewolves. She was secretly in love with the vampire books written by Stephanie Meyer. Knowing a vampire in real life, Amy had to the laugh at the image of Marcus sparkling. She wasn't sure if she could become a successful fiction writer, but she was willing to give it a try. That driving need for her next s

“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.

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

"Okay, don't go back too soon. You could spend all of Grandpa's money there." "But—" He grumbled, knowing the phone session had been unilaterally ended by his grandfather. Lionel hit the steering wheel without caring about Belle's response. "Why does that man have so many wishes? How am I supposed to move on after this, huh?" ***