Scream: Legacy Novels & Stories

“What how?” “Ivy said the guy pulled a knife. She tried to fight him off… but Ana stepped in and got stabbed.” My voice cracked. “She didn’t survive.” Scarlett covered her mouth, eyes watering instantly. Her whole body trembled as she asked, “Who would do this?” “I don’t know. Ivy said he claimed he wanted to destroy Legacy Enterprises. That we’re the target.” I paused. “This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to us. It feels… personal.”

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

If she was sounding that way, then there must be something wrong; she could not just place what could be wrong. She picked up her phone and surely enough there was something and of course, it was something to be worried about. She jumped out of bed and held her chest in annoyance. "He said it was going to be okay; he said it was going to be safe." Her voice panicked as she looked at the image of Levi's mask and glasses off his face and his hand reaching to a mysterious woman who happened to be her. The headline WAS THE MARRIAGE BETWEEN THE BEAUMONT AND CARRINGTON A SCAM? IS THE BEAUMONT HEIR SEEING ANOTHER WOMAN?

“Next time, prison won’t save you. I’ll wipe you and your daughter off the face of the earth.” Lucien’s grip tightened around the phone. “Is that a threat?” Dylan chuckled again. “I’m Dylan Vance, I don’t make threats… I erase problems.” With that, the line went dead. Stephanie’s eyes were already red with unshed tears. A notification pinged as Lucien glanced down; it was a location, attached with a photo of Elara on a bed, her wrists and ankles bound in cold metal cuffs. Lucien’s expression hardened and without a word, he locked his phone and turned away, heading toward a small space with the loud hum from the fan and clothes scattered carelessly.

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?

Sorens asked in worry behind me. I wanted to laugh, how do you define okay anymore? My life had stopped being okay a while ago when I was wedded into Northshore. My best friend died for me, my husband was probably on top of another lady at this moment, I just learnt that my new people were not demons but something close to, I had a war to fight and I could not even be left alone to mourn. I didn’t bother to try and answer Sorens question because it was clear that I was not okay. I got to the camp to meet the rest of the legion on their knees staring at me in marvel the same way that Sorens had looked at me. “What’s going on? Why am I being stared at like that?” I asked.

The Resolution of the Echo The chapter culminates in the "Translation of the Scream." The "Scream" Avery had heard at the end of Chapter 127 wasn't a "Cry of Pain"; it was a "Call of Welcome." It was a "Frequency-Match" from a billion "Dissonant-Actors" across the stars.

he caressed my back and kissed my temple before we marched towards his office door. As soon as we entered, we sighted Louie and Lena busy playing with the remote control car. The lively kid was running away while Lena operated the car remotely which was following him. He was laughing hard when the car stumbled on the wall because Lena couldn't control it rightly. I must say, they had fun.

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 don’t know why but I noticed the black circles under his eyes. Levi scoffed sarcastically while shaking his head, “You already said that last year, Yaddy.” he stated, stressing each and every word causing him to wince. “Oh, well. I need to go.” Putting the glass down, he looked at me to give me a smile. ‘His smiles always creep the fuck out of me. I feel like he‘s been hiding something from me.’