Legendary Legacy Novels & Stories

Everyone who still mattered in the underworld had come. And not one of them had been told what she was about to say. She didn’t pause. She didn’t ask permission. She simply spoke. "Legacy is a coffin." The room stilled. "Bloodlines have made us weak. Inbred. Predictable. Every war you’ve fought was born from your grandfather’s grudge. Every alliance you’ve honored was bought with your father’s guilt. You call it tradition. I call it stagnation." Murmurs. She stepped forward.

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

"Your Majesty, this is so bad. You've to do something about this." "We have to do something about this!" I corrected. Lucinda was my Personal Assistant, she's a moon spirit and second-in-command to me, a best friend and more. I always told her all of my decisions and most of the time we sat down to have friendly chats, at other times serious discussions took place.

Each day spent honing my abilities—whether in human form or as a wolf—was a step closer to fulfilling my destiny among these legendary fighters. Today, I would prove to my father and myself that I was ready to lead the kingdom's warriors as Gamma, with strength and strategy. I watched the warriors in the ring, their forms a blur of muscle and speed. The Royal Pack boasted the fiercest warriors the entire realm had ever known, possibly all realms. Their unmatched skills and uncompromising loyalty made them legends in their own time.

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

"No, it wasn't me—it was Ellen! I was just following orders…" "Is that so?" Chase raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Ellen, who stood frozen in shock. "I…" Ellen opened her mouth, but no words came out. Chase sighed as he shook his head. "You're no match for me. Hand over the so-called Saint's Legacy, and I might consider sparing your life," he said coolly. The Saint's Legacy was a treasure passed down through the Stark family for generations. It was rumored to be invaluable, a key to ascending the path of a martial arts saint.

All he did was continue to watch her badly beaten by Quincy, unable to do anything even if he felt like he should snap his head out of his neck. He twisted his hands into a wrecking ball, gritting his teeth in fury. It was the moment for him to prove his love, but he couldn’t. The person beating up the love of his life was an Alpha, and he was just his Beta. How could he have control over him? His heart ached when his gaze met Elena’s. Seeing her weep makes his wolf dangled angrily inside of him. Yet, he needed to control himself from letting his wolf take over.

My legacy. My warning.

I sat back down, watching them. Tyrell glanced at Deirdre, and she looked apologetic. “I had to tell her,” she explained to him. “I’m sure the last thing she’ll do is tell other people about it. We trust them, right?” “It’s not about trust, Deirdre. It’s about history and loyalty. Her loyalties lie with the werewolves, and of course she’s not going to be very happy about the fact that your father does what he does,” Tyrell said.

“Hey, Lucy! Guess what—never mind, I’ll just tell you. I have an amazing day planned for us, and it involves ladies. What do you say?” I barely turned my head to acknowledge Adam, my best friend, who was grinning like an idiot. “Bro, my sister is missing. I’m really not in the mood to party,” I muttered, still staring after Jack as he disappeared down the street. Adam sighed, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “I know, man. But you’ve been out here all day. You need a break. Come on, Lucy, are you really gonna keep the ladies wai—” Before he could finish, I took off after Jack, my decision made in an instant.