Legacy Firing Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

"Whatever, but I doubt this old model Airtech will be powerful enough to meet your expectations." Ravyn saw that First Kiss’s firepower was far inferior to what the Airburst and AB Trainees used, and it had sentimental value to her that she didn’t want anyone to mess with. "It’s the exact opposite. Airburst’s Airtech has an out-of-this-world functional basis that uses the recoil force from the prior shot and the heat generated in the gun to continually produce air ammunition regardless of model. But later models set an ammo cooldown period to strengthen each shot and a self-destruct system if detected for usage as a power source. What’s in your hand is the ideal generator to speed up my char

In the centre sat a cylindrical console…waiting. Adrian exhaled. “This is a Hartman Echo Terminal. The earliest generation of secure interfaces.” Damian stared wide‑eyed. “Those required biological keys. Only Margaret could use hers.” Elias shook his head. “Or someone she designated.” Their gazes shifted to me. My palm tingled. When I pressed the Legacy Key into the socket, the room hissed alive. Lights strobed. Air vents opened. A holographic screen unfolded like a flower. And then…

,said Marie angrily " The killer transport is a very ancient weapon. During war when my family was desparate to fight, my father found it somewhere. Looking at it , he knew it was some super natural weapon. It took him a couple of days to figure out what was it's speciality. And he found out. I was only a little boy then. That thing was a highly vicious weapon which killed by burning you intensely. The price was, with every person you killed,you aged. My dad used it to protect us. Me and my little baby sister. Towards the end of the war he looked like a hundred year old man with graying hair and severe wrinkles....... I knew he wouldn't survive even if we escaped . The killer transport also

Fred walked through the streets with numerous thoughts in his mind. He was oblivious of his surroundings. Reggie ran after him panting. He caught a glimpse of him walking absentmindedly. "Fred!" He called in a high pitched voice. Fred turned slowly to face him. "What do you want?" He asked harshly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I really didn't mean it. I know I've been a real jerk to you these past few years and I'm very sorry. Please forgive me," Reggie said looking apologetic.

Her hand moved. Fast. Reaching for something on the table beside her. A gun. CATARINA I saw it before Jameson did. The way her eyes shifted. The slight lean of her body. The desperate calculation of someone with nothing left to lose. My hand was already moving. The dagger left my palm in a perfect arc—muscle memory, years of training, instinct honed to a razor's edge. It flew true. Fiona's fingers had just closed around the gun when the blade hit her.

The morning light caught the silver streaks of tears on her cheeks - the only betrayal of her otherwise glacial composure. "You think this mark burns?" Her whisper carried the weight of centuries. "It's but an ember compared to the fire you lit in our bond." Her claw traced the angry brand, making his muscles seize. "This is nothing, Adrain. Nothing compared to the scar you've left on our child's legacy."

One used secrets as weapons. The other wanted understanding. But before I could answer— Mitchell spoke again. And this time, he detonated a bomb. "The baby isn't the first child she lost because of me." The room stopped. Everything. The air. The sound. My heartbeat. Nathan stared at me. Vanessa stared at me. The security guards exchanged shocked looks. And I felt the entire world tilt sideways. Because it was true. Years ago. Long before Nathan. Long before Seattle. Long before I escaped.

Old Alpha stared at the gilded lighter on the ground, his knuckles tightening as he rubbed the armrest, leaving faint marks on it. He spoke slowly, his voice sounding like a rusty iron door creaking open. “In the Silver Fang Pack’s warehouse, there are fire extinguishers locked up from thirty years ago.” Everyone around the table held their breath.