Legacy Series: Books Novels & Stories

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“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

Angel starts to glow white as he places his hands on the ground. After a while, the ground starts to turn green and the farm springs to life. Angel smiles, “This should keep you going for a while.” Alexis looks around shocked at what she sees, “Thank you so much! Oh let us make you something so you can take it with you. It won’t be a problem at all.” She runs into the cabin and after a couple of minutes, she comes back out with two bags full of supplies. “Just some fruits and blankets so you won’t have to be cold at night and have a little something to eat on your journeys. Oh, I also put in a map of the surrounding area.” They say their goodbyes to Alexis and Akilina. Angel and Drake then s

It was in that book I had first come across the name Alira, who the books had described to be a legend at poisons and potions. I had been reading a serial book when I realised that the last book was missing from the library. I remembered that I had been very sad to see that the book was not in the library and it had left me hanging. It was a book on the history of werewolves, where we had come from originally and all the important wars we had fought since we had emerged in the world.

“I will.” The library was quiet, dustier than usual, but oddly comforting. I moved past the rows of scrolls and shelves, ignoring the ornate chandeliers and ancient rugs. My feet found the corner I had discovered days ago—the one with books so old their spines cracked under a breath of air. And there it was: The Legacy of the Signma Merrior. I pulled the book down carefully and sat on the bench by the window. The late afternoon sun spilled across the pages like golden ink, catching the embossed symbols. I traced them with a finger, heart oddly steady.

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He hadn't thought to use it until now. Diego's heart raced as the chest creaked open. There were old letters, faded papers, and a very old book with a leather cover inside. He carefully pulled it out and felt how heavy it was in his hands. He opened the book to the first page and saw that the words were in a language he didn't know. It was very old, older than anything else he had seen.

Her grandmother had always been secretive about the book, even before this nightmare began. --- Evelyn’s Confession That evening, Anna confronted her grandmother in her quarters. Evelyn sat by the fireplace, her gaze distant, as if she were expecting the conversation. “Grandma,” Anna began, holding the book. “Where did this come from? Why do we have it?” Evelyn sighed, motioning for Anna to sit. “The Reflection Game is a legacy, Anna. Our family has been its keeper for centuries. It was entrusted to us by the last of the Seven Immortals.”

Nicholas’s eyes looked glazed as he slurred, "What are you talking about, Mom? When did I ever say I wanted to break up with Beatrix?" His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Pearl’s been seeing you for so long! Are you not going to give her any explanation?" Frustration flickered across Nicholas’s face as he scratched his head. "If we’re talking about time, Beatrix cared for me for three years!" His mother’s voice rose, sharp with emotion. "But she can’t have children! Marrying her would leave the Poldarks without descendants!" Guilt briefly flashed across Nicholas’s face before he slammed his hand on the table.