Legacy Riders Novels & Stories

"We’ll figure it out together. Whatever happens, you’re not alone." Elena closed her eyes, leaning into him, grateful for his presence. This was just the beginning. The journey her father had left for her to uncover wasn’t over, and with Adrian by her side, she was ready to face whatever truth lay ahead. The legacy was hers to claim, but it was a legacy built on more than just money and power. It was a legacy of secrets, and she was ready to unlock every one of them.As they approached the secluded estate, Elena’s pulse quickened, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. The property was far more isolated than any of the places they had investigated before. It was as if the world had forgott

Isla asked, tilting her head. He nodded. “There are stories of the Elders encoding messages within messages. To understand it fully, you’d need both the context of the prophecy and... well, something else.” “Something like this,” Isla murmured, pulling the pendant from her pocket. It gleamed in the firelight, the intricate symbols on its surface catching Luca’s attention immediately. “You’ve had that this whole time?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and reproach. “I didn’t think it was connected until now,” she admitted. “It was my father’s.”

However, she is not ready to lose him to Diana, and to make it happen, she tends to get rid of Diana. Diana tried to explain herself to the director, but he didn’t let her speak. He informs her that she has no guts to push him hard to the floor, no matter what he did to her. “Diana, we don’t accept workers who are ready to kill their colleagues so right now the company has decided to sack you from working with us to avoid any more damage,” the director relayed and Diana’s heart almost leaped out of her chest. She is shocked to hear that the company sacked her from working with them. She begins to plead with them but all her begging falls on deaf ears.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

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“Decades later, just before dying, Putri’s lover appointed the servant she trust as the Village Elder, and advised to look after their house because someday, Larasati or her descendants will return to the village. Thus, from one elder to the next, the mandate has been continued until now. “But indeed, because this incident itself has passed too long, the people here have considered this story only as a legend that accompanies the location of the ruins. No one cares for the house anymore. There are only a few residents left, especially the older generation, who believe that one day Putri will come back here with Narendra.” Said Mr Made. Rajata and Kalyana fell silent after hearing the story.

She is a complete package. Rana Pratap kept himself away from most of the matters since Arthur came to take Myra with him. He officially transferred the crown to Arjun to take care of Legacy later on. That Legacy which he had protected and for which he abandoned Myra and Minerva once. He betrayed his own blood Myra. And now she became the protector of Legacy itself. Rana Pratap didn't dare to look at Takht. He remembered his meeting with Myra. Nobody knows that he had met her secretly after her arrival in India hearing about Ranvijay's situation.

The structure surrounding it was a blend of modern glass and warm wooden panels, the reflections of light making the entire place feel almost enchanted—like a sanctuary hidden from the world. Two cars were parked outside beside his. One was sleek and modern, polished and untouched. The other told a very different story. An old-fashioned eighties classic vintage car sat slightly aside, half-covered, its hood open and engine exposed like a wounded beast awaiting revival. The metal frame was powerful even in its broken state a 1987 Buick GNX, infamous, rare, and once known as a silent killer on the streets. Even standing still, it carried danger in its bones.