Novel & Cerita Legendary Legacy

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.

Victoria stood at the head of the table, her face twisted in a mask of pure hate. ​"You should have died in the water," Victoria hissed. She held a small black remote in her hand. "One button, Alaric. One button and the Sterling patents are deleted forever. Your father's legacy will be nothing but dust." ​"The patents don't matter, Victoria," Alaric said. He walked into the room, and the Elders shrank back in their chairs. The light from his skin was so bright it made the expensive lamps in the room look dim. "The power isn't in the papers. It’s in the blood. And the blood has been healed."

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

“Loyalty is a luxury we can’t afford. Not when legacy is at stake.” Their hands clenched into fists, and the palace, their home, stood trembling beneath the gathering storm. ---

His jaw clenched. “Watch your big mouth, little nosy bastard,” he said. The oldest of the lot—a Fat Man with the stained silk tie and short temper—leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his glass. “Calm down everybody! You can’t have both the girl and your legacy, Elky Jennings. You have to pick one or another.” Legacy? What a poetic word for a stash of blood money in a dodgy Swiss account and multiple floors of empty rooms with 18th century closets full of skeletons. I swallowed a smirk with my wine but my face didn’t move a muscle.

"Nothing illegal but ethically questionable." "How questionable?" Lily's voice was tense. I walked her through everything explaining Richard's aggressive tactics and the people he'd hurt. She listened quietly processing each revelation. "So my father destroyed people to build his empire." She said finally. "That's the legacy I inherited." "Partly." I touched her hand. "But you also inherited his later attempts at redemption. The charitable work and ethical business practices." "Does redemption matter if you've already done terrible things?" Lily looked at me seriously. "Can you make up for destroying people's lives?"

"I’m the Update. And you... are the Legacy-Waste." The boardroom floor opened up, and a flood of Black-Ink-Code began to pour into the Celestial-Rink, drowning the stars, the wolves, and the White Wolf alike.

It seemed the universe had a way of removing the people I loved. First Sebastian with the accusations, now my father and his death. Who was next? My stuffed rabbit? I let out a short bitter laugh, the rage rising within me. That sound drew the attention of Helena and Camille. ‘Are you laughing, Liora?’ Helena turned to me, her eyes red from crying. I ignored her, because I didn’t know what hurtful words my anger would prompt me to say. ‘Of course she is,’ Camille said. ‘Father left most of the company shares to her, remember? Who knows what else she must benefit from him after his death?’

This was were Legendary Class Magical Beasts distinguished themselves. Unlike the Mythic Class, the Legendary Class possessed more than two skills. Usually, a Legendary Class possessed at least five skills, and one ultimate skill! All the skills – with the exception of the ultimate skill – didn’t require any cooldown! It was a massive cheat that only the Legendary Class possessed.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.