Level Up Legacy Novels & Stories

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

“And because I want to keep the child that Tyrell and I created through our bond, I want to step down as the alpha of this pack as well.” More gasps poured out of everyone, and I frowned in confusion and shock. I never thought she would step down as the alpha, but I understood why she would do that. I would have stepped down as well. “I would like to live with my child and raise my child to be just as great as Tyrell was before we were clouded by false beliefs. Tyrell was not a bad man. Everything he did, he did it to protect everyone here today. And I would like to continue that legacy by advising that the next alpha that gets elected by the pack should not try to get any form of revenge ag

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Check it right away! I didn't respond right away. Instead, I opened my social media app. Sherry was a renowned physiotherapist on the battlefield, so it was only natural that she established a social media presence early on. She had posted a photo half an hour ago. Their dinner was so extravagant that it was worth at least 2,000 dollars. How generous of them. "Jenny, are you listening?" Talia snapped. "My credit card is working perfectly fine." "Then, why can't I use my supplementary card?"

But dozens more were already spilling over the rocks, swarming our perimeter with horrifying, erratic leaps. I didn't hesitate. The Level-Up ability I had unlocked at Node 02 hummed hot and heavy at the base of my skull, begging for release. The golden channels of LUS surged down my spine, filling my limbs with blinding, kinetic power. I sprinted straight into the center of the courtyard, placing myself directly between the swarm and my people. I slammed my boot into the mud, spread my arms wide, and tapped directly into LUS's core reserve. "DOMAIN PULSE!" I screamed.

It was only after five full-screen slides of his thumb when he reached the bottom. Arthur snickered as he took a hit, smoke funneling out through his nose. “I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s a hell of a lot better than being a hang-around or a Toy. All those connections and secrets.” Becoming a Legacy really was a low-risk package. With that status, one had access to pretty much anything. Wanted to go to an Ivy League college? You got instant admission. Wanted to open up a chain restaurant across the globe? Mark the spots on a map.

An astonished scream came out of her throat, and her eyes were still wide open. "J-just level 1?"

Ara POV: "Do you accept your first mission?" "Absolutely not," Ara said out loud, to empty the air, in an empty lot, like a completely sane person. "No. Who even are you? Get out of my head." The voice said nothing for a moment. Then it said, pleasantly and mechanically and with absolutely no regard for her distress: "Designation: LUS. Level-Up System. You have been selected as Player 001." "I don't want to be selected," she snapped. "I didn't apply for anything. I have a plan. My plan involves leaving this city and not dying in a river this time, so if you could just—"

Ezekial asks. “Yes.” Juan replies. “Then it is done.” Elder Mab declares. “Alphas, Luna, you will send word when your pups have been born. We will draw up the treaties and on their eighteenth birthday they will ascend the Lycan Throne.” The entire room seemed to watch us, watch my Mate. I growl out my ascent before taking Rosalie’s hand and leading her from the room. Cain follows behind. None of us speak. We all walk in silence as though we are too stunned to say anything.

The pack watched, some shifting to wolf form to join in sparring, others shouting encouragement. Nearby, Lila, the pack’s healer-in-training, knelt beside a young pup who’d taken a tumble during a clumsy spar. At eighteen, her black hair fell in loose curls around her delicate yet strong face, her sapphire-blue eyes soft with compassion. Her star tattoo on her wrist shimmered with a white glow as she pressed her hands to the pup’s scraped knee, a warm light emanating from her palms. “Hold still, little one,” she murmured, her voice gentle but firm, “the moon’s grace will mend you.” The pup whimpered, then sighed as the skin knit together, his tail wagging. Mist, her inner wolf—a slender, pal