Oblivion Legacy Lost Novels & Stories

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

"Mr. Delvin, are you saying Shadow Pack has attempted to claim this land before?" "Yes, Your Honor. In 1995, they made an identical claim using a similar fraudulent deed. The case was dismissed when my mother, Luna Elara Delvin, presented evidence that the deed was a forgery." Lucian's voice stayed steady but I heard the edge underneath. "Now, twenty years after her death, they're trying again. Hoping no one remembers or kept the records." My heart hammered. Lucian knew. He knew about the corruption, the lies, the pattern. He'd been fighting Mom's fight all along, just in a different arena.

But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then. “Still holdin’ onto some shit about your brother?” I ask, keeping my tone casual. Legion glances at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Legacy’s lost himself. Whatever he’s gotten involved in, it’s not about family anymore. He used to care, but now? Now he’s wrapped up in this… this need for power. And he’s willing to burn everything down to get it.” I grunt in acknowledgment, but my thoughts keep drifting to Zane. The name is like a knife twisting in my gut, but I don’t let it show on my face. I’ve gotten real good at hiding that kind of pain.

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END

Just reached over, brushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “They took it,” he said finally. Quiet. Devastated. Savannah closed her eyes. “Weren’t we supposed to hold truth in our hands?” Outside, the world blurred into smears of gold and black. Streetlamps became ghosts on the windshield. Her voice trembled now, stripped bare: “Legacy… legacy isn’t serum or names. It’s memory. That’s all we ever had.” Lightning clawed the skyline, revealing scars and scaffolds. Thunder stitched the world together for one aching breath.

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

I blink as darkness starts to take over and I vaguely feel a tugging from somewhere. I let the darkness take over and float away and the spoken words drift around me like smoke in the black void of my mind. I'm so sorry, your father has passed away.... We're going to take you home to your mother.... Somebody get doctor Thorne....

“You know, you used to terrify half the Hollow.” “I still do,” Lilith smirked. They sat there for a while, planting in silence. And when they stood, the ashes behind them glowed faintly—not with fire, but with life. Atheira’s Legacy Back inside the Council tower, Kael stood alone before the old war map—a massive circular relic made of flame-hardened stone and obsidian etchings. The places marked in red were the battlefields of old. Most names had been updated, rewritten. But one remained untouched: Sanctum of the First Light.