Legend Reboot Novels & Stories

“What’s the biggest fuck-up you’ve seen?” “Biggest?” Legion pauses, glancing back at me with a wry grin. “Legacy on a full moon. Every damn time. He’s a fucking wrecking ball. Doesn’t care who he pisses off, doesn’t care what deals he ruins.” “Sounds like fun,” I deadpan, my dislike for the kid growing more and more. Legion’s eyes are everywhere, scanning the room for threats, for anything that looks off. He moves like someone who’s used to being in enemy territory, and I respect that. But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then.

My blood boils in anger, hearing her nonsense. "Just shut up", I scream. "Don't act like you didn't know anything?" "Karan, please don't yell like this. There's everyone around here", she says. "Let them hear. Let them hear that I was tricked. I was cheated on", I shrug, throwing my hands on the air. "So you are the one to get cheated on?", she questions as I turn to her. I don't have any answer to her question. "Leave that", she says as she climbs down from the bed and walks towards me. I lift my eyes to look at her unwillingly. She had worn an elegant red lehenga with heavy gold jewellery. Her skin tone perfectly matched with the attire.

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

My eyes moved to my mate again, but he just stared at Lily with fondness. "Do you know what it looks like with you sharing a room with your guest? You've already embarrassed me enough by—by marking her." I choked on the words. Damien replied me with a cool look. "I don't care what the rumors are saying." Of course he didn't. He was an alpha. An alpha who could do whatever he wanted, even mark a person who wasn't his mate. I straightened. "Then what about those who say you have been weakened because you've taken a rogue to bed. Do you not care about their words too?"

I couldn't help but wonder if Calvin would regret that decision once he was publicly embarrassed. … It was just as it was in my past life. The banquet was held at our villa and it was attended by prominent figures from various industries. I had made sure that reporters were stationed outside the villa's entrance when Callum made his grand entrance in his Bentley, fully intending to blow the situation up as much as possible. It had been years since I had last seen him, and Callum had indeed matured into a competent heir. He was capable of handling matters on his own. He was the center of attention as soon as he arrived at the banquet. It was absurd how Calvin, with his face bearing no resembl

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

** Far below, under tons of concrete and ash, the remnants of the core server sparked to life. Lines of code rippled across the fractured screen of a backup drive, symbols morphing into a singular, pulsing command. RECALIBRATE. REBUILD. RETURN. The ghost was watching. And it had learned.