Legacy Hope Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Mother wasn't greedy like him. I grit the words out, fuming as the tears roll down at intervals. "Do not speak of her like you know what her choices would have been." "Fine, I won't do that, but the legacy only wanted the blessing you bring for seven months. That was before the strife with Red Valley began and I had to call a truce with the Erickson's. Now you don't expect me to turn my back on an agreement made with someone as powerful as a legacy werewolf. I had it all under control until Chase Erickson started looking for you."

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

However, experience had taught me that simplicity was often an illusion in our world, and as I would soon discover, the weekend held surprises that could shift everything in ways I hadn't anticipated. There was also Mason, son of Beta-Prince Tyler and Princess Avril, and Kaelib, son of Prince Thorn and Princess Ariana. Mason and Kaelib were both Lycans; one parent was a Wolf-Shifter, and the other a Fae. We were related and had shifted as Lycans when we got our wolves. Mother and Father joked that the Moon Goddess was slowly repopulating the Lycan race to ensure we all survived this time.

"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?" ***

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice casual as he greeted me. "Hey, you changed your mind already?" Adam chuckled, but I could hear the hesitation in his tone. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "No, actually, I need your help with something," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know where I can find the witch's cabin." There was a pause on the other end. I could almost feel Adam's brow furrow through the phone. "The witch's cabin? Luke, what are you—"

As soon as I stepped inside, I sensed something unusual. An elderly man sat on a swing, gazing down at a wisteria-framed photo. The girl in the photo looked oddly familiar. I held my breath. “You are... Bella’s daughter,” the elderly man said, his expression softening. “You really do look a lot like her.” The person in front of me was Samuel. According to Trevor, he had been seriously ill for a long time. The doctor suggested that he move to a private hospital to rest, but he refused.

Talia revealed. "And since she bears the same name..." "It therefore means she's actually now the head of that clan. And she is totally unaware of it," Talia concluded. I sighed softly, pondering for a bit. "The Morgalis played a key role in trying to exterminate werewolves, offspring of the Shadow Guards of Vadar. Her emergence could as well mean the resurgence of that ancient war," I reasoned. "Maybe. And maybe not," Talia said. And she was right.

everyone’s head snapped to the treeline as Azreal and Lila came walking toward them. A/N So I was thinking, (scary I know) some of you might have questions I dont see or get to, and technology and I are not really the best of friends (it's embarassingly bad) so I dont have an IG for Legacy or anything like that, but if you would like to ask me anything or maybe have me clear up anything about Legacy or any of the characters I would love to do so, as long as it doesnt spoil anything for the future lol. You can either leave your question in a comment on this chapter (not in a book reivew please) or catch me on Facebook @ Danger Beanz as always thank you for your support and Happy Reading <3

--- Lucien stood, draping his cloak over her shoulders. "The sky won’t stop bleeding until Genesis is destroyed." "And Alaric…" Evelyn clenched her fists. "He still holds the Seraphim key." "He is no longer human. What he carries now is the remnant of Azrael." Evelyn froze. "What did you say…?" Lucien turned away, voice dropping: "I saw it in the ancestral memory — Azrael never truly died. A fragment of his soul hid in the hunters’ bloodline, awaiting rebirth. And that vessel… is Alaric Graves."

"I don't work for Hale. I work for the legacy my father should have had." He turns. Signals to his operatives with a sharp jerk of his head. "You have sixty seconds. The drilling crew is going to collapse this entire cave. Bury the servers. Bury the evidence." "Why let us go?" Marcus looks at Isla. "Because your father tried to stop this in 1988. And mine built it." He puts his helmet back on. The visor slides down. "We're both cleaning up our fathers' messes." He rappels back up the drill shaft. His team follows, ascending into the light.