Legacy Firing Novels & Stories

KAEL I stood with my warriors at the edge of the forest, watching as the weapon master's trucks arrived. This moment had been months in the making. Ever since the first Feral attacks, I'd been working with our best craftsmen to develop weapons that could effectively combat these threats. "Right on time," I said as Master Gregor approached, carrying a large metal case. "Everything you requested, Alpha," he reported, opening the case to reveal rows of specialized ammunition. "Silver nitrate bullets for the rifles and pistols. The tips are hollow-point; they'll expand on impact for maximum damage."

Golden was shocked, but he ignored it for the moment because, at that moment, the Frost Wolf closed its eyes eternally. Golden also started to cry. He would never forget that Frost Wolf nor the time he lived with it. [System detected that the user received a Legacy.] [The Legacy doesn't match the user physique. Accepting the Legacy will be detrimental to the user.] [Remodeling the Legacy to match the user's physique.] [Legacy remodeled, the user will obtain all its benefits and enhancements without any side-effect.] Since that light shot into Golden's forehead, the system started with those notifications, but until the system started to speak about the contents of the Legacy, Golden didn't p

"It makes him fast, but it doesn't make him dense. If he Overclocks in the sled, he will just be a hyper-aware liquid slurry." "And Mode Two—the Friction Forge—will generate so much plasma that it will melt the rails and detonate the battery banks," Baraka finished, his voice calm. He looked at the sled, his violet eyes reflecting the dim light of the cavern. He had to be the bullet. If Malik’s Vanguard was marching North encased in impenetrable naval steel, the Free North needed artillery capable of shattering an armored phalanx in a single strike. "I need a new Mode," Baraka declared.

​The red digital numbers bled down against the amber background of the case, counting toward zero with mechanical precision. ​00:04:32... 00:04:31... ​"Hardware incineration," Leo whispered, his voice trembling as he backed away from the console, his boots sloshing inside the puddle of water he had brought in. "Miss Vivian... that’s the thermal fuse system your father designed for high-risk assets. If the thermal core inside that casing reaches four hundred degrees, it doesn't just clear the storage block—it turns the inner processing chip into liquid slag. You can't drill it out. You can't bypass it."

"M-my father? How do you know my father?" "Wait what? What the f- he gave me to you? What do you mean he gave me to you? That's..." I abruptly paused as I realized that I had risen my voice and inadvertently drawn our teacher's attention, quickly pretending to write whatever he had written on the board as he watched me for a few seconds more before resuming to his previous actions. "That's fucking insane!" I whispered in anger as I averted my attention back to him, "I'm not fucking cattle or a property goddamn it! And last I checked this is the twenty-first century or did we fucking fly back in time and I'm the only one who didn't receive the memo?"

“One override.” “Too slow,” Jian said. “We don’t have time.” She ripped open the panel. Inside: three vials. Labeled: LEGACY. HEIR. FIREBORN. Jian’s breath caught. “They’re blood-coded.” “One vial has to match the override.” She didn’t hesitate, she stabbed the FIREBORN vial into the port. The AI voice paused. “Override accepted.” “Sequence halted.” Silence. Then— “All systems shutting down.”

"How's the gate turret coming, Dutch?" Dutch leaned over the wooden railing, wiping his brow with the back of his leather work glove, a proud, grin spreading across his face. "This little genius right here figured out a way to bypass the Coalition's electronic firing solenoid using a spare 12-volt relay from Flatbed One. We've got the fifty-cal mounted, zeroed, and linked straight to a foot pedal in the high watchtower. Anyone tries to ram the main gate, and we can lay down two thousand rounds of armor-piercing lead in under sixty seconds."

// 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

“twenty years ago.” Ethan’s grip tightened around the phone. Seventeen years. A strange discomfort spread through his chest. “What are you saying?” he asked. Victor’s voice softened slightly. “You were five years old when the Cross estate was attacked.” Ethan went still. Images flickered in his mind—fragmented, broken memories he had never understood. Fire. Smoke. Running footsteps. A burning pain in his arm. A woman screaming his name. Then darkness. He had always believed they were nightmares.

His knuckles were raw, bleeding onto the ancient, haptic controls. "I’m working on it, Vic! Jesus! This thing hasn't been powered up since the High Humans went into the dirt. Give me a goddamn second!" Zack’s fingers were a blur across a holographic display that kept flickering out, casting a sickly blue light over his sweat-streaked face. "The fuel cells are ancient. I have to manually bypass the ignition sequence. Just... hold your fucking breath."