Romans & histoires Novel Legacy

She prays to God that no one will believe Nelly and she will be free, but she’s mistaken when later in the day the director of her company calls her attention. Diana stands up from her seat with wobbling legs and walks gradually to the director’s office. Unfortunately, Nelly arrives at the office before she does, and she already tells the director her lies which she cooks up to put Diana in trouble. Even when she knows Diana isn’t at fault, she still lies. Diana tells her how her crush got to her first and it makes her jealous. All her life she wished he would notice her, but he never did. However, she is not ready to lose him to Diana, and to make it happen, she tends to get rid of Diana.

“You might have powers that even your mom and I won’t be able to comprehend.” I thought Zayn was just playing around with our son at first, but when I chewed on the idea, it seemed possible that Legacy could have unique powers. He was a hybrid; both a demon and a werewolf at the same time. I was no expert on that, but there had to be some special abilities because of that mix. “Holy sh*t!” Legacy exclaimed, and my eyes widened. He took me by surprise with his use of language. “Oh my god. No, baby. That’s a bad word. Don’t say that again.” I scolded him.

After sharing a look with her sister, Tessa said, "We know we're Necromancers, yes. But we don't know how to use our power. We could never figure that out on our own." "We moved out to L.A. after our mother died, we were one," Anissa said, sitting back on the couch. "Dad had family out there, it was far from the fighting he'd seen with mom. He'd changed our names, but he always told us stories about mom, her powers, what he knew about your traditions. He didn't want us to forget our roots." "Because he knew we'd end up back here." Tessa glanced at each of us. "He knew we'd be called back to fight."

"We reveal together, Kael. The bond holds." The ruins held them in victory's glow, emotions weaving unity anew, drawing toward the legacy ahead.

"It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard." Nathaniel approached us, his grey uniform wet from the surf. He looked at the horizon, where the Quad-Spires were glowing with a soft, autonomous light. "Emma... the brothers are integrated. The lineage is finished. But the 150th chapter is approaching. By saying goodbye to the past, you’ve triggered the final Biological-Covenant. The world is going to ask you for the final gift." "What's that, Nathaniel?" I asked. "The Legacy of the Flesh," he said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "The magic is in the soil. The brothers are in the wind. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide how they will stay."

King Barakar commended pursing his lips as he let out a smile. "Well, I wasn't the social type, so I read a lot in my solitude," I explained. The King just nodded his head. "The coliseum is King Jorin's only legacy - a legacy of blood," he added. "But it has also showcased the potential of the people, both humans and mages, and werewolves alike. In the coliseum, all are equal, and only differentiated by their strength," lord Caden chipped in. "That's true," King Barakar shrugged.

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

“I will not be shackled. Not to a mate. And certainly not to a whimpering omega who will break before the first winter.” Malrik’s mouth curled into something between a smile and a sneer. “This is not about shackles, Alpha Aric. This is about legacy.” I stilled, my hand tightening around the edge of the stone table until cracks spread beneath my grip. Legacy. That word had haunted me since the day I first claimed the northern throne bathed in blood and fire. The north demanded strength, not sentiment. My people respected me because I gave them survival, not because I entertained the foolish notions of bonds and Luna crowns.