Legacy Series: Books Novels & Stories

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

I watched intently as he puffed out the smoke into the air "......You may not know this but your uncle has been involved in some shady business of late" " I suspected that with his involvement with Gustavo but he hides it well. I will not sit back and let him ruin my father's legacy with his greed" he smiled making him to look more dangerous yet handsome "I like a woman who is determined. His involvement has hindered further corporations between the two company, projects that will yield large profit and technological support had to be stopped. I won't watch my company get affiliated with nothing but the best. But....... I believe Rich Corp still has a lot to offer." He stopped for a while an

“I'm really sorry, Lia. But you know that there was no way my phone would be kept for me after I was sent to jail. I think it was broken that day. I just got a new one some days and I didn't have your contacts off heart anymore.” Yes, I forgot not only her contacts, but every other person's own. I must say it is a miracle that I was able to remember the emails of my mother's business partners. And I'm glad that I remembered them. Because that's the only way I'll be able to ask them for their help. “I am so sorry, okay?” “It's fine, Lexi. All that mattered is that you are alive and out of that hell hole.” She hissed through gritted teeth.

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

A brand new MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, neatly next to her notebooks and everything she uses to study. The walls are covered in bookshelfs with different titles and all the books she will need to finish law school. A few spashes of colour make the room more feminine and warm. Calliope looks at the window and gasps as she sees the reading nook we have created for her. I don’t know how Dash got it all ready in such a small period of time but for once I am grateful he is as he is.

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

The face he was at the window when I drove off was heartbreaking, those silver eyes obscured by a very human worry that I'm growing all too familiar with. The "legends" collection is tucked away in a corner of the library's second floor, exactly where I remember it from my college days when I'd occasionally page through local myths for entertainment. Back then, stories of werewolves and ancient curses were charming, harmless tales told around campfires. Now they're my best hope of discovering what's happening to the man I'm falling in love with. I pull the first book from the shelf. "Legends of the Pacific Northwest" is a battered cover, but the pages are filled with carefully documented tal

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--”

“He’ll assist the second tier. Listening. Observing. Helping others who’ve lived in the in-between.” Rowan smiled faintly. “He always liked birds, he said. Maybe they taught him patience.” Riven stepped forward from where he’d been helping Renya sort the recovered documents. “They also taught me to wait for the right wind.” Rowan grinned. “Then let’s fly it together.” --- Part IV – Harel’s Withdrawal and the Burned Ledger Not far from Embervale, Harel stood at the edge of the village’s old ledger hall. It had once held records of births, trades, and border claims—until it had mysteriously burned three years ago.