Saw 8 Legacy Novels & Stories

"During the warehousing process, I checked the handover records. They had both your signatures on them. You weren't just the liaisons but the escorts for the entire journey. "From Almora all the way to the company freezer, you two were the only ones who had contact with that chief." Mr. Clay seemed to realize something too at that moment. He pointed a trembling finger at Lilian. "You… You… Shameless…" Lilian panicked. She struggled to sit up from the hospital bed and explained incoherently, "No! It's not what you think! I just… I just thought that chief was amazing! Everyone said his genetics were once-in-a-century! I… I wanted a bit of that too…

"You belong here, Liliana. Now smile." Sitting up a little taller, I do my best to look proud. My mother would have wanted that. The camera flashes and just like that, I'm in the Legacy family album. Future groups of Legacies will see the year that there were eight. Once the photos had been taken (he insisted on more than one group photo as well as several individual photos) the group began to disperse and uniforms began peeling back layers.

All connected, stabilized and dependent on a single unseen root. Her eyes widened slightly. “No…” she whispered. But the system didn’t care about her disbelief. It continued revealing the architecture like it had been waiting for someone to finally look. Meanwhile, across the city, Elena sat in a quiet executive lounge. No meetings, no interruptions, just silence and control. A notification appeared on her screen. **Legacy access attempt detected: Vanessa Carter.** Elena didn’t react immediately. She simply stared at the message for a moment. Then exhaled softly.

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."

He skidded across the wet metal, sparks flying from his tactical coat. ​"The Legacy Drive," Thorne said, stepping forward. His gold-trimmed armor shimmering in the green-tinted darkness. "It’s a beautiful piece of engineering. My father designed it to be fail-safe. But in your hands, it’s just a toy. You don't have the neural capacity to handle the full output, Leo. It’s eating you alive."

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

Golden was shocked, but he ignored it for the moment because, at that moment, the Frost Wolf closed its eyes eternally. Golden also started to cry. He would never forget that Frost Wolf nor the time he lived with it. [System detected that the user received a Legacy.] [The Legacy doesn't match the user physique. Accepting the Legacy will be detrimental to the user.] [Remodeling the Legacy to match the user's physique.] [Legacy remodeled, the user will obtain all its benefits and enhancements without any side-effect.] Since that light shot into Golden's forehead, the system started with those notifications, but until the system started to speak about the contents of the Legacy, Golden didn't p

Trevor broke the silence abruptly. “The cemetery is pretty high up the mountain and the temperature will drop by at least ten degrees. There’s a women’s down jacket in the back seat. Put it on.” I glanced at the label. It was a best-selling winter item, and its official price tag far exceeded what I had in my savings. “Thanks. I’ll clean it before returning it,” I muttered. “No need. It’s yours,” Trevor replied indifferently. As I placed the flowers on my mother’s grave, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance—someone who bore a striking resemblance to Pearl.

♥ It's sad to say, well even to think, but as it turned out the nightmare never ends, it just takes a break to then come back with renewed force and make our hearts race and our brains ache. Everything we live, everything we feel, a whole legacy is left... Absolutely everything is renewed, and it's up to the next ones who come to know how to make them tip for the good... or for the bad. I tried to bring my friend Maya back, for good, unfortunately I couldn't.