Loomian Legacy Novels & Stories

Olivia's POV “Don’t even bother trying to get me to agree to this foolishness,” Liam cut his grandfather off, his voice was like a razor. “You’re talking about human trafficking under the guise of 'legacy.' If you want Evelyn back so badly, find another way. But you aren't touching Olivia.” “Watch that tone with me, boy!” Arthur snarled, pointing his cane at Liam’s chest. “I built this empire! I will not see it dragged into the gutter because of your obsession with a common breeder!”

"The shrine had a hidden chamber built by a member of the Oracle Lineage. The walls of the chamber were covered in drawings, mostly similar to the ones we saw in Wonder's world. There was a part of the drawings that told the story about the Oracle Lineage’s legacy and the eyes." Rozi and Nadine listened attentively as Adrian went on, "The drawings depicted that before Wonder compromised, he knew the Creator would erase all of humanity’s memories. Thus, he found a way to preserve the memories of the Oracle Lineage and entrusted them and their descendants with guarding this secret. They never forgot this task and had been protecting the secret all this time.

“You reshaped the seal without unraveling the world. That was never my intention, Lena. To take it from you. Only to ensure you were worthy to carry it.” “You don’t get to decide who’s worthy,” I snapped. “But I did decide,” she said. “I built the conduit you’re standing in. I forged the first map. And I buried the original Guardian’s design inside a vault no one could find.” Maxwell took another step forward, tense. “What do you want?” “I want what you’ve always wanted,” Liora replied. “Balance. Truth. Continuity. But more than that—I want Lena to see what comes next. Because she’s not the end of the line. She’s the beginning of something far older than she understands.”

“Oh, I see.” The boy nodded solemnly. “Mom says bears always find their mates. Even if they don’t know it yet.” Lila froze for half a heartbeat, eyes darting to the children. “Alright, you two, go wash up before lunch,” she said lightly, shooing them away. As they scampered off, Gwen traced a finger over the drawing’s bright crayon lines, warmth and unease coiling together in her chest. “Kids have such vivid imaginations,” she murmured.

“You’re the reason the world makes sense.” Nova swallowed hard. “And you… are the one person I trust not to dim me.” Hope stepped forward to officiate. “Legacy isn’t written in buildings or books,” she said. “It’s written in the people we choose. In the way we love when no one is watching.” She nodded. “It’s time.” Liam went first. “I loved you before I understood myself,” he said, voice shaking. “I ran not because I didn’t love you, but because I loved you too much to offer you anything unfinished.”

“He needs you to be smarter than he is. Colder than he is. Unforgiving in ways that his conscience won’t allow.” “And what do you get out of this?” “Legacy.” Liora picked up her tea finally, took a sip. Her face didn’t change. “My husband built something corrupt. I’ve spent thirty years watching it corrupt everyone it touches. If my son can burn it down and rebuild it into something that serves instead of consumes, then I get to die knowing I didn’t waste my life maintaining a machine designed to destroy people.” “That’s very noble.” “It’s very practical.” Liora set the cup down. “The question is whether you’re capable of practical. Or whether you’re just another girl who thinks love is supp

Right now, all I can see in her eyes are pains which she has been hiding for years. She's now letting it out. I knelt before her, gently placing my hands over hers. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child. But I know how it feels to be torn apart from one. Let this land be a legacy for Loki. A place where his memory lives on in the joy of others and I'm sure Lia will also love this.” Lance, ever the businessman, cut in sharply. I'm sure he already sees Mrs Brooks wavering. “Please, i urge you to reconsider. Her idea is sentimental at best. But this land is worth so much more than that and do not forget our plan together on this land.”

“And to enjoy the beauty of it!” Lucian wrapped his arms around both girls. “Exactly. That’s what the legacy truly is. Not just the documents or the secrets, but the knowledge, courage, and love we pass forward.” That evening, Lucian and I discussed long-term plans. “We should create a secure archive,” he said. “Something the girls can access as they grow, filled with knowledge, lessons, and memories. That way, they inherit the wisdom without fear.” I nodded. “And we can continue these adventures, document them, and include the practical lessons we want them to carry through life.”

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

I just got my hair done installing a new Piano 22'inches full frontal wig and nails were painted in pink and white at the tip in my normal medium length. "Should I send to him or not?" I contemplated after taking a few pictures and I already knew I was looking good but I was a little mad at Olamide. He travelled to Cape town for a new business deal he's working on and I doubt he will be back before my birthday. I understand he's a business man and has to work but like.... anyhow sha. I sent him 4 pictures and one video of me just showing off my nails and just smiling. He's probably busy now so I just left our chat thread.