Legacy Riders Novels & Stories

"It's long overdue, but I'm finally acting my age. Let's be carefree and young together, Zeke." "I don't know about you, Mare, but it's too late for me. Can you guess how old I am?" I gasp. "Are legacies supposed to be immortal, like vampires?" Zeke stays silent, and I release another long gasp. He's trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but now I'm genuinely curious. "Legacy werewolves can stay alive forever." "Will that make you..." I trail off while counting wide-eyed with my fingers. "Three—four hundred years old!"

Everyone, except me. "He was a friend, a husband, a father," Dad continued. "And a necromancer of priceless ability. Caleb Manser, the sixty third Head of the Manser Family, will forever be looked upon as an Elder of our Quadriad, and a great man. May the Great Ones take care of his soul."

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

This time her cough would be the deepest and loudest. They were driving the three of them in the latest model brand new Toyota Fortuner she just imported from Australia. She had to look able with first impressions and beat the likes of Chinese and others who she knew would be in rented cars. Subi looked forward to see the owner for Ima Logistics at the site visit and hoped she remembered her as the Subi they chatted with at her Hotel a year ago. Her private secretary as usual drove in the front seat giving her more time to think and plan well.

"I’m fine, Adam. Continue. You were talking about... margins?" "Actually, we were discussing the Rider Legacy campaign relaunch," Adam said, his brow furrowing. "The one designed to distance the brand from the recent... personal scandals. It’s been vetted by three separate crisis management firms and ran through our top experts. It’s the most aggressive push we’ve ever planned."

Victoria stood at the head of the table, her face twisted in a mask of pure hate. ​"You should have died in the water," Victoria hissed. She held a small black remote in her hand. "One button, Alaric. One button and the Sterling patents are deleted forever. Your father's legacy will be nothing but dust." ​"The patents don't matter, Victoria," Alaric said. He walked into the room, and the Elders shrank back in their chairs. The light from his skin was so bright it made the expensive lamps in the room look dim. "The power isn't in the papers. It’s in the blood. And the blood has been healed."

"You've fought to protect your legacy, but it's too late." Diego's jaw tightened as he got closer, and he never took his eyes off the leader. He said in a strong and defiant voice, "We don't need your help." "We've fought for the future." "We'll keep fighting for it." The leader's lips curled up in a small smile, but he kept his eyes on the target. "You don't get it." You haven't fought for your future; you've only fought to get rid of what came before. "You are too late to change the balance." It has already changed.

I quickly went to an online news platform on my laptop, and the trending topic made me freeze: JUSTICE FOR LACROIX BOY KILLED IN AN ACCIDENT BY BILLIONAIRE CEO, SEBASTIAN CARVERS. Only one name came to my mind. Liora.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Boulder rumbled, his tawny form rising, the firelight reflecting in his eyes, the clearing’s warmth a comfort, Jasper’s warmth a shield, the legacy a light in the darkness, the pack’s bonds a fire in the twilight, the battle’s echoes fading, the promise of peace a fragile hope. Lila’s voice was soft, her hazel eyes bright, fingers brushing the jasmine chain a pup had given her, the fire’s warmth a balm, her courage a quiet glow, the pack’s victory a light in her heart, the clearing’s air alive, the sun’s glow a golden balm, the packhouse a steady presence, the spring’s gurgle a soft hymn, her maps a testament to their triumph, the whisper of future threats a distant echo, the moonflowers glo