Precursor Legacy Novels & Stories

“We owe you so much more than we can ever repay. The best we can do is give you your proper place, at our table, as one of us.” “You want me to become a Legacy?!” I gasp. I couldn’t be more surprised than if they had told me the Easter Bunny is real and his name is Ted. “You already are a Legacy,” Zephyra comments lazily. “You can’t be MADE a Legacy, you are BORN one. You are an Adare. There has always been an Adare in the seven.” “So you are giving me the seat that should be mine?” Lazarus suddenly sits up very straight and looks over at the rest of them.

Suzan was in there. We had no choice. I reached for the door, my fingers trembling as I pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed through the trees, a slow, agonizing sound that sent a chill crawling up my spine. Inside, the air was thick with dust, stale and unmoving, as if the place had been sealed away from time itself. The floor was littered with debris, old wooden planks warped from years of decay. Strange symbols covered the walls, their jagged shapes illuminated by the dim flicker of a single candle resting on a crooked table. The shadows in the room seemed alive, shifting in unnatural ways, stretching and curling as if they were watching us.

He must have arrived separately and was in a study with some of the Lancaster elders. “…paramount that the bloodline is secured,” he was saying, his tone that of a reasonable statesman. “Legacy preservation is not about sentiment. It is about power continuum. The ritual will purify the uncertainty. What emerges will be the undeniable future.” Legacy preservation. Purify the uncertainty. He wasn’t just talking about a paternity test. He was talking about legitimizing something. Or eliminating something. As I stood there, chilled by his words, Jessica drifted out onto the terrace, drawn by the crowd inside perhaps, or by me. She stood beside me, following my gaze out to the darkening woods.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

“Yes child, you are young enough to secure our legacy with plenty of offspring. Your sister has been working off your parents’ debt, it’s time you did the same.” “Runa…Runa no.” Her fearful voice cracks through the mind-link, her voice only just a whisper. “I know, just remain calm, I’ll get you out..I promise.” “Legacy?” I cut the link between us once more and turn my eyes to Alpha Miso, I needed to know more. I needed to know what he meant by this legacy. “The White Moon was the first pack in existence, it is time we take back what is ours.”

"If we start executing the very community we’re trying to salvage, then the Heiress has already won. She has turned us into her own cleanup crew, killing the human elements for her." Maya turned to Elias. The monk was leaning heavily on his iron staff with his face ashen from the effort of holding the mountain's resonance. "Elias, the Legacy Bank. There was a passage on 'Sanguine Architecture.' My mother wrote about the blood's capacity for encryption. What was the logic behind it?"

I took one slow breath. And I began. “When I first set foot in Obscura Arcanum, I thought legacy was blood. I thought it was having someone in your family who came before you and carved out a name and a crest and a legacy that was written long before you ever had the chance to become anything for yourself.” Silence fell on the courtyard.

And I understand now what the earlier version of me couldn’t. Legacy isn’t what remains when you leave. It’s what no longer requires you to stay.

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

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return" " Ok I will call you when I can"