Loomian Legacy Novels & Stories

Beth continued, her fingers digging into my arm as if to anchor herself, “but we can’t let my brother’s sacrifice be in vain.” My jaw clenched, torn between reason and loyalty. Simon had given his life to protect us, to fight back against the witch’s terror. Leaving Suzan behind… it felt like spitting on his last act of bravery. “Damn it,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. I looked at Beth again—she was barely standing, but she was willing to keep going for Suzan. I couldn’t abandon her now. “Alright,” I finally said. “We find Suzan. But if things go sideways, we run. Understood?”

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

Liam initiated it by formally requesting their resignation from the two key positions they held in the Sterling Family Office pertaining to the Heir Trust. ​They met in Robert Sterling’s opulent, oak-paneled private study—a setting designed to impose the weight of tradition. ​"You cannot erase our involvement, Liam," Robert stated, his voice controlled but heavy with resignation. "We are the Legacy." ​"The Legacy is now defined by the New Operational Parameters, Father," Liam countered, standing beside Elara, whose presence, as always, was his most powerful non-verbal defense. "Your attempts to destabilize the health and stability of your grandchildren, and your public undermining of my part

The setting was deliberate-open, airy, looking toward the sky, not down at the conquered city. “We've spent a year fighting over a legacy,” he began, his voice calm, devoid of the fierce passion of his "Lion's Roar" or the cold steel of his siege commands. This was different. This was the tone of a man laying a cornerstone. “We've defined it, contested it, bled for it, and secured it. But a legacy that exists only to be defended is a museum piece. It's static. It dies.” He paused, letting his gaze travel over their faces—Ben Carter, Sarah Pena, Arthur Welch, a few other key loyalists.

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."

Daniel finally enters the room, and Diana asks him about her gifts. “Oh! That? I forgot to get yours. I tend to forget things so easily these days,” Daniel lied, hurting Diana’s feelings. He has not bought her anything since he feels she doesn’t need them. Diana chokes on her tears at her father’s lies. He claims to forget to buy her gifts, but he bought gifts for Penelope. She feels dejected and disappointed. Was it too hard for him to buy her something even minor? “Okay, father, welcome home,” she greeted out of grievance and hurried up to her room.

I added. "The last time such a thing was attempted was nearly a century ago, during the reign of my grandfather, King Lyrian." "I remember there was such an incident. King Lyrian decisively and swiftly annihilated that threat," Talia replied. "But it makes me wonder why this treachery is being resurrected. To what end?" I asked, airing my thoughts. "Not for the good of the kingdoms, of course," Talia responded. We both kept mute for a bit, thinking.

“I hoped you'd love it” Confusion was written all over Lyra’s face as she stared at her Dad. She trudged towards her bedroom as her Dad followed behind. “I put in a word with one of the Alphas, he spoke to the pack and asked them to welcome you” “Alphas? I’d love it? Uh.. what..” she stuttered. “Yeah, you’ve always loved to be treated as a princess, to have your own throne and be a Queen!” “Yeah, that was your ten year old girl! It's been Ten years Dad!” she explained as she threw herself on the bed situated in the room.

“Orion promised his daughter in a treaty that he failed to honour. I’d say giving me the daughter rectifies that.” I gasp. Knox was the man my grandfather chose? I shake my head refusing to believe it. “It’s true I did agree to it.” Orion says and I glare at him. Since when did he get here? “I was a fool, and idiot. I have since learnt the error of my ways. I once believed as you did Alpha Knox, that we needed to create a super race, but now I know we shouldn’t interfere in such things. My granddaughter is happy with her mates. She has only just been marked by them. She would not have been able to conceive until she was fully marked so it is premature to expect her to already be with pup.”

The next few days, he felt oddly comforted by the sheer simplicity of her presence, consumed by the thoughts of her. There was something refreshing about the way she hadn’t been interested to play around with him, normally he would have been offended, like which girl did not know who he was, which girl did not want to step into the fame and clout of being associated with the Morgan family, even if it was for a day.Then there was her…,this rattled him. It was shaking up the status quo he had grown settled into. “Hey, D! You’re daydreaming again!” his teammate Leo’s voice sliced through Damien’s thoughts. Damien grunted, rubbing the back of his neck and forcing a grin. “Yeah, whatever. Just th