Legacy Of Kain Book Novels & Stories

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

The light that emanated from Selene's body made it as bright as daytime, despite the late hour. Alistair fought very hard, not wanting to give up. He fought until the last minute and their duel ended at exactly 12:59. Then, the great king of the Underworld, lord of demons, a descendant of the strongest royal family, son of Sariel, fell in the fight with the "chosen one" after 5.000 years of life, and his body burned to ash.

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Not because it was new. But because, they all knew what it was. The Ancestral Codex. A book that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. Destroyed in the final collapse of Veydrin. Gone before Ashar ever stood as the last. A book made for this purpose. This moment. Riven’s chest pulled tight. His fingers twitched against his knee. Kaine muttered a curse under his breath. Lucien leaned forward, wide-eyed. Sethis stood straighter, more alert than anyone had seen in days. And Mae, her gaze locked onto Ashar’s. Confused. Curious. Small, but no longer crumbling. Ashar said nothing. Not at first. Not for a long time. He didn’t need to.

After all, in their eyes, what could possibly be valuable about some old grave in the middle of nowhere? I stood by the upstairs window, watching Wallace's car disappear down the road, and a faint smile curved on my lips. There was something inside that safe—but it wasn't some priceless set of bonds. It was my real birth certificate and the evidence my father had left behind to prove Olivia's financial crimes. In my last life, I had almost gotten my hands on them. But before I could, they forced me to marry Abby, and my plan for revenge fell apart. This time, I'd let that fool guard the evidence for me.

“The rest, I fake it.” I laughed. “That’s comforting.” The air got cooler as we moved toward the back. The books here looked older, the gold on their spines faded. “This section’s different,” he said, his voice dropping. “It’s about the Moon Goddess. The old stories. The real ones.” My eyes landed on one thick book. Sovereign Blood: The Unbroken Line. My hand pulled back before I even touched it. Lucian saw. “You know that word.” “Sovereign,” I whispered. The word felt too heavy for this quiet place. “It’s your rank.”

He recalled the long summers spent running through the dense forests and swimming in the lake. But those memories were tinged with bitterness, tainted by the knowledge of his family’s dark history. His grandfather, once alpha of a different pack, had succumbed to the allure of power and wealth, and had challenged the alpha of the Moonlit pack, because he wanted the alpha of alphas title. A bloody war had followed because no one really wanted Seth on that throne. His own father had done nothing but obey Seth’s demands and let his fated mate wither away in pain. Knowing his mate, he had chosen another for Seth and had killed her slowly and painfully. Sebastian had vowed never to follow in thei

Whatever it is he needs me to see can fucking wait, because Blake can’t. “I’m waiting,” I say, shoving my hands into my pants pockets and Blake nods before she starts talking. I have to say I have never felt so shocked in my life. When people say that life throws curve balls at you, fuck, I got one right on my face and now on my dick, because of the pain… It’s fucking excruciating. Finding out what Leia meant was the hardest thing I have ever heard. It rocked me to my core. I killed Blake’s mother and her unborn child, the child that was my sibling. Blake was my father’s mistress’s daughter, and I didn’t know about it. I think that is what shocked me more, not knowing she even existed.

I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that. “And…what does that have to do with anything? It must have been years ago,” I told him, knowing fully well that if the letters had Darius looking like this, it had a lot to do with the present. Darius picked up a letter and looked at me. “I think you need to see this, Zara.”