Sonic The Hedgehog: Legacy Novels & Stories

She heard him scream in his mother tongue in a way she feared they might be heard if it were not for the best acoustic designs of the rooms. When he entered, she was filled. She had heard melted as a term for response. This was a different kind of melting. He melted into her even as his hardness drove her to madness. His essence spread through her like warmth curing a winter body of its coldness. When she came, it was not merely an orgasm. That was for mortals. This was the moment of recreation of super beings capable of handling multiplicity of erotic sweetness. It was like a burst of a particle into a universe that only gods could know. ***

“You don’t have to face this alone. Whatever comes next, I’ll be right here.” I shook my head, my resolve hardening. “You’ve done enough, Adrian. More than I could have ever asked for. But this is my battle now.” He frowned. “You don’t have to—” “I do,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Marcus isn’t just trying to destroy me. He’s trying to erase my father’s legacy, and that’s something I can’t let happen. This final fight—it has to be mine.” Adrian searched my face, and after a moment, he nodded. “If that’s what you want, I’ll respect it. But promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Dad, what do you mean?” “He has just acquired the Legacy, and his foundation is still weak. There’s still time for us to snatch it back from him.” Levi was startled. “How do we snatch it? As far as I know, Immortal Doctor’s Legacy is like the divine enlightenment in Buddhism. It’s instilled into one’s consciousness right away. We can’t possibly switch his mind with mine, right?”

of "Collective-Recognition." "They’re ready, Dominic," Avery whispered, her voice a "High-Frequency-Clear" that vibrated through the bioluminescent wood of the Arbor. "The 'Legacy' is 'Liquid.' They don't need the 'Founders' to 'Maintain' the 'Spring' anymore. The 'Standard' is 'Autonomous'."

The group and I arrived at the endless expanse of the Green Hills, Shadow looked up to see the skies showing a fleshy-like hue, Shadow turned to see Maria “Shadow, someone is coming and he’s fast” she said. I turned to see a blue hedgehog running towards us but his eyes were flesh-like, telltale signs of Corona’s brainwashing. “Sonic the Hedgehog” I said, Sonic cracked his knuckles “I knew Corona that you would be trouble” said Sonic pointing his finger at me. “Corona doesn’t know that this is my sanctuary, hence she usurped my creational throne” I said. Then Sonic ran “then we fight Inkcanius” said Sonic. “Inkcanius I will back you up, this is how we fought against each other” said Shadow.

Maybe they had in front of them what was decimating the vampires, and that was a great advance. “Wait a minute,” Doris told them, noticing something on the video, which was stopped. “What is this here?” He pointed to a barely visible bulge to one side of the huge figure, under the arm. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that over there looks like our CPU,” Doris said, pointing it out to her companions. “Damn!” Mark exclaimed. “That monster is so big that he carries it under his arm as if it were a damn notebook or something.”

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Boulder roared beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, his jaws snapping at the core, the ice splintering, the frost dusting his fur, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond. Tess struck with her sword, her hazel eyes glowing with determination, her voice firm, the blue glow casting an eerie light on her face, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “For the Lunar Legacy!” she shouted, her sword slashing through the core, the ice cracking, the blue glow dimming further, the frost crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s roar faltering, the sanctum a battle

The sky didn’t burn with fire, it burned with memory. Veinlight twisted upward in plumes, no longer gold or silver but bleeding with something older, rust-colored, bruised, pulsing with ancient rhythm. The construct that tore free from the ridge wasn’t just a machine. It was a monument. A towering spire of linked glyphwork and tethered souls, its every edge humming with the resonance of voices long silenced. Sariah’s knees nearly buckled when it came into full view.

“What about mum? She did not come to welcome me” Her Dad closed her eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Go to sleep Lyra. You'll see your mum there” *** The loud bangs, grunts and scent of blood woke Lyra up. At first she was lost. She had no idea where she was. Her eyes zoomed into focus and she noticed she was in her room. The room she left ten years ago. “How the hell did I get…” she was muttering to herself when the memories of the previous night hit her. Leaving the Crescent Pack, coming back to her pack, the Moonstone pack. The grandewelcome. Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy.