Loomian Legacy Novels & Stories

"As long as Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat is alive, no one else can marry my daughter. You tell me, what should I worry about?" "Your Legacy? If you think marrying off your daughter to Sekhawat will save your Legacy then you are wrong. Remember, the day Takht will be mine, I won't think twice before destroying every living being of Legacy. You still have the time. Called off the marriage." "I won't. If you are so brave, fight for it. We are Rajput. We are bound by our promises." "Promises and you? Who was once ready to betray his own gang, is now talking about promises." The person over the phone laughed before dropping the call.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

“So… it’s not dangerous?” “No, my love,” Elara whispered, brushing a stray curl from her daughter’s cheek. “It’s miraculous. This child will change everything. That’s why Adrian gave it to you. It wasn’t a gift. It was a vow.” She looked at Nyma with eyes lit like the first light of dawn. “This baby is legacy. A turning point. And when the time comes, the world will see this child for what they truly are.” Nyma didn’t speak.

I am excited that The Lost Luna is almost ready to be published in paperback form through A____n. There will be a completely new cover for the book, and each subsequent book will have it's own cover, although they will be similar and obviously a set. I have been working on a title for the series since it was originally supposed to be a one-off novel, but I am not good at sticking to plan. The series will be called Hidden Legacy.

"Forget the revenge for a second! You married her. You are already destroying her life piece by piece. Isn't that enough for you?" "No, it’s not enough! It will never be enough until I tear everything down!" Riven’s face contorted with rage. "I’ve made my decision. I am going to obliterate Mr. White’s empire. I’ll burn his entire legacy to the ground, along with that pathetic, useless sister of his, Lilly!" Ace’s expression crumbled. His voice cracked, dropping to a desperate beg. "Can't you just give love another chance? Just try. Please. Riven’s eyes turned ice-cold. He drew himself up to his full height. "It’s very simple, Ace. You’re either on my side, or you’re against me."

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

“We’ve already built something. A pack. A family.” Olivia nodded, the truth of his words sinking deep into her heart. They had already built something, but the road ahead was long. She wanted to create something that would endure, something that would stand the test of time. “The legacy we leave behind... it matters,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “I don’t want it to be just about us. I want it to be about everyone who comes after us. I want to build something that will last—something that will protect the magic of the land, protect our people.”

He skidded across the wet metal, sparks flying from his tactical coat. ​"The Legacy Drive," Thorne said, stepping forward. His gold-trimmed armor shimmering in the green-tinted darkness. "It’s a beautiful piece of engineering. My father designed it to be fail-safe. But in your hands, it’s just a toy. You don't have the neural capacity to handle the full output, Leo. It’s eating you alive."

“Probably because you’re so used to it in the packs. But compared to other species, the leprechauns for example, they are very possessive.” I sigh, thinking of Aolis makes me feel lonely. I feel the axolotls snuggles down into my hand and it diverts my attention back to them. “You miss him.” She says, not looking at me. “Of course. He’s my mate. I want to be with him.” She only nods. “This is has caused quite a problem, hasn’t it?” She looks up at me. “It has. Aolis tried to stay to smooth things over with Lorelai and her family. While he was able to make headway with her parents, Lorelai’s anger has only grown. Did he tell you she left Eventide.”

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.