Novel Legacy Novels & Stories

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

To her father’s disappearance, to the Crescent Moon pack, and to the legacy that now fell on her shoulders. But what did that legacy mean? She had never asked for any of this. All she had ever wanted was a quiet life, to honor her father’s memory by continuing his work as a veterinarian in Cedar Grove. She had never imagined she’d be thrust into a world of ancient prophecies and werewolf politics. It felt like a dream, a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Behind her, the soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor broke through her thoughts. Isla turned to find Luca emerging from the trees, his presence as undeniable as the weight of the world pressing down on her.

“I was actually going to suggest we do this together. I want you to feel confident in your role here, Elena. This is your legacy.” The word “legacy” made my stomach churn. I’d spent most of my life working part-time jobs, struggling to make ends meet, and barely scraping by. This world of wealth and power was foreign to me, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong. --- Later that day, I decided to take a break from the estate’s endless demands. I wanted to do something special for Adrian, to thank him for standing by me through everything.

I move my hand touching the wall, leaving my handprint with blood on the wall before the door closes behind us. If someone is coming for me, I need them to know I fought; I tried to survive, but who would come for me? There’s no one left. My father and Dash were killed, and Amber is working with them. Tara wishes I was dead so she could have Dash, but surprise surprise bitch, if I can’t have him, neither can you. Dash and I might not have done vows, but for me is in life and death, I am his and he is mine, even after I am gone. I know I will meet him again and he will welcome me with open arms in heaven.

“That black ring? It automatically turned into ashes when I acquired the legacy.” Nolan exclaimed, “What did you say?!” Alex scratched his head. “Grandpa, I didn’t do it on purpose. Well... I’ll craft another Ring of Legacy when the time comes...” Nolan suddenly slapped his thigh. “That’s great. It’s really great.” He was excited, uplifted, even.

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“Get out.” He tilted his head, almost pitying. “This isn’t you protecting them. This is you becoming me. Look around.” He gestured lazily at the carnage—the bodies sprawled across my living room, the walls spattered with blood. “This is my legacy. My empire. And you’ve just proven you’re fit to inherit it.” My hand shook, rage boiling so hot it was hard to see. Upstairs, I imagined Lena pressed to the door, Eliana in her arms, both listening, both waiting.

Some stories begin with a storm. This one started with a woman standing in the ruins of her old life, daring to believe she deserved more. Thank you for staying with Layla and Rider as they built something new from the quiet and the broken. Thank you for letting their journey touch you. Until the next chapter, Nikora Clegg Where to from here? Until You is available in paperback from A****n. I am currently working on the Hidden Legacy Series.

Not after everything we’d been through. I forced myself to my feet, my legs unsteady beneath me. Pain surged through my body, but I couldn’t afford to feel it. I needed to do something—anything to stop this nightmare. My eyes scanned the room desperately, landing on the table covered in bottles of strange liquids. Maybe one of them could help. I rushed over, digging through the bottles, but they were all labeled with symbols I didn’t understand. Nothing in this hellish place made sense, and I felt a wave of helplessness rise within me.