Legacy Of Blood Book Novels & Stories

"Whatever you saw in that book, I cannot explain. Only powerful seers can open the living book—seers strong enough to kill with their visions alone, seers that can kill races with their minds." The hall went silent. Levi's eyes widened. "So you're saying…" Michael met his eyes. "Levi—Alpha Levi—you possess a special bloodline. The book recognized your blood. That's the only reason it opened." Levi dragged a shaky hand through his hair. "Okay, but why does that matter now? We came here to discuss Roosevelt." King Johnson nodded. "Yes, but your bloodline complicates things." "How?" Levi asked, bewildered. King Johnson didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Levi… how did your parents di

I smile nodding my head “I need coffee then we are going to torture some rogues” His eyes widen and he shakes his head, walking with me. Both me and layla had come to terms with the fact he was gone and we were the only ones who could get him back, giving us a purpose and a goal to Focus our mind and forget about our pain. “You don’t need to do that, you don’t need to do that atol” “Oh yes I do, I can check their memories and I’m not afraid of blood or gore”

She may not recognise me as her father anymore, but she is all the blood I have left, the only part of me that will live on once I am gone from this earth. Please, forgive me the lie. I wish you all the happiness in the world, my boy. Thank you for being by my side. I stare at the sheet of paper in my hands, the black lines blurring in front of my eyes as rage like nothing I’ve felt before overwhelms me. Fifteen years. I have wasted fifteen damn years of my life slaving myself in this hellhole, forgetting to truly live, forgetting what freedom means, with the only goal that everything will be mine once the times comes. Fifteen years of hopes and empty promises, and it all came down to this.

Apparently, his bloodline was just tainted, because there was no way it was a coincidence another male was born with the same evil dwelling inside. The more and more I thought about it, the more obvious it was. He was hell bent on revenge and stealing power. Yeah, I said stealing. Because no matter if it once belonged to his ancestor, he didn’t deserve it, and I was making the determination that it wasn’t his to have.

“You would give us a foreigner to lead us, Rayne Valen? A man who was once nothing more than a sword at your side? Leadership is more than battle scars. It is bloodline. It is history. It is legacy.” Rayne’s chest tightened, but she met the elder’s glare unflinchingly. “Legacy is nothing if there is no one left to carry it.” Her voice rang across the chamber, unwavering. “I have given you my bloodline. I have given you my legacy. But if you cling to it, if you refuse to see the truth of what Valen needs now, then you will bury both under stone.” A hush fell, the kind that made even the fire seem to shrink back into silence.

Lila tried to listen so she could know what tone her sister was using with her but it seemed not to work. "Of course, I do not want that to happen and that is the reason I walked willingly into the lion's den." Likla wanted to be sure that her entire family knew she was not pleased with how things had turned out. "Oh, come on, trust me, from experience, I am sure it would not be as bad as you think it would be." Lila took a deep breath. No matter what anyone said to her, she would never believe that there could be anything good about living with the devil. Levi was the devil; she had seen it many times and she did not need a third party to tell her.

“You’ll still move, still speak, still sleep beside whoever your heart aches for—but every word will taste of him. Every breath will hum with his name. And when you try to leave…” She taps the hollow of my throat. “You won’t.” My stomach knots. She stands slowly, joints cracking like branches under snow. “Legacy doesn’t come from blood,” she says. “It comes from choice. From sacrifice. From what you’re willing to burn.” Kael steps between us before I even register that he’s moved. His hand is near his blade again. His voice is low, steady. “She’s not ready.” The Seer laughs. Not cruelly. Not kindly.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

Then, I looked at Brian, my voice rising. "Brian, you said all of Dad's savings were lost in investments? As far as I know, that money went toward the down payment for your new house for your wedding. The property is in your name. You're the beneficiary. Now that he's sick, you won't pay, and you come to me instead?" The mood of the crowd flipped instantly. "Wow, what a leech of a brother." "This is insane. Treating the older son like hired labor his whole life?"