Legacy Hope Mikaelson Novels & Stories

And running one of the darkest, bloodiest wolf-fighting rings in the country. Now, I’ve been sent to Las Vegas to help bring down the operation, alongside Alphas Arkyn and Creed. But how the hell am I supposed to focus when the ghost of my past—the mate who broke me—is pulling the strings? Worse, Legacy, Arkyn’s own son, is financing the whole thing. I buried him once—how the hell do I bury him again when he’s standing right in front of me? Orion's story starts now. Daily updates.

Cassian took an involuntary step backward. Even Seraphina's face turned pale. Because everyone understood. Elyra's father hadn't told them to destroy the Legacy. He had begged them not to. Then a deep, ancient laugh echoed from beneath the city. The Legacy. Awake. Listening. Waiting. Its voice rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. "Now..." "Will you finally ask the right question?" The crimson light surged upward. The chamber doors slammed shut behind them. And the Heart of the Legacy split with another deafening crack.

And no matter how bad things got between us before he died, I didn’t want my father to be in the same place as Achilles. Alexa kept telling me that his last act would be enough to save his soul. I hope she was right. Argon Mikaelson was not a perfect human nor a perfect Alpha. He did bad things, maybe beyond what I knew, but at least I knew he loved me and tried to be a perfect father for me. That was something I would always be grateful for because my mate never had a chance and would never have a chance to feel the love of a father. And no matter how much love I gave her, I knew it was something I would not be able to fill up. It was something Achilles failed to do for his own daughter, fo

Daniel and Mya were inside waiting for him. Adrian got in and the three of them left the square, with Mya being the driver. “How did it go?” Daniel asked. Adrian nodded and said, “Let’s head to Swallowston first, Mya.” The moment Mya acknowledged his orders, Adrian’s cell phone rang, revealing to be a call from Lucas. ‘Looks like Lucas managed to find something on War Legate Achelous.’ The moment he answered his phone, Lucas said, “Sir, I’ve found something on War Legate Achelous.”

Victor tried to vanish again, slipping into the shadow realm like he had before. But this time, Zara was faster. Her voice rang out—not in words, but in magic. A net of lunar fire lashed from her fingers, catching Victor mid-escape. He howled, his form flickering as the curse twisted inside him. Maxim lunged, golden claws bared. “This ends now.” Victor sneered, though his body trembled. “You can’t kill me. I am the legacy of the Vale.” Zara stepped in, eyes like starlight. “Then let the legacy die.”

’ she wondered. Michael was no more and his theories died with him. It was this thought of accomplishment that would send the old veteran to the grave. She wished to leave a happy and successful girl in charge of all her estates. The least thing she wanted was to have her undivided attention. The words of Michael may have been true, but they just came at a wrong time thereby rendering everything futile. He was a courier of the truth, which wasn’t welcome. His truth was deadly to the girl and her being her protector she never allowed him to reach her with all the information.

Claire’s body sprang to life. Although she was stunned by Alex’s behavior, she wouldn’t sacrifice her life for him. She quickly summoned Beatrice Assex and dragged Dorothy away from the alley. A few of Maiko’s subordinates followed Claire and the others. Alex’s grip tightened. “Get them to come back. Otherwise, I’ll crush this Legacy Stake.” He came up with this name on the spot, but Maiko believed him even more. That’s because she had received an elder’s Legacy before, and she knew what it meant.

His mechanical eye pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light, tracking our movements with a terrifying, stuttering precision. ​"He stopped being a boy the moment Malakai laid his hands on you in France, Leona," Julian smirked, a twisted, jagged movement of his ruined mouth. "He is the culmination of twenty years of research. He is the 'God' the Architects promised us. Do you think I care about family dinners and bloodlines? Look at me! They took my humanity and gave me a seat at the table of the gods. I’m doing the same for the Legacy."

“Crane. You’re one breath away from never speaking again.” Crane shrugged. “Then let me finish.” He pulled a small encrypted chip from his pocket. An old Hartman crest glinted across the surface. My stomach twisted. Damian whispered, “That’s a Legacy Key.” Elias stared at it like a ghost from his childhood. “Mother’s second-generation keys were supposed to be destroyed.” Crane dangled it lightly. “This is the one Margaret didn’t destroy.” His eyes met mine. “She left it for you.” The hallway went dead silent.