Sonic The Hedgehog: Legacy Novels & Stories

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

A row of thick, violet crystalline spikes erupted from the concrete, slamming into the second guard and throwing him ten feet away. ​Alaric used the distraction to spin his opponent around. He roared, a sound that was half-man and half-beast, and ripped the helmet off the guard’s armor. He didn't kill the man inside, but he crushed the control pack, rendering the suit useless. ​We stood in the middle of the plaza, surrounded by the smoking ruins of the Council’s best technology. But the sirens were getting louder. More lights were appearing on the upper floors of the Thorne Tower.

"You're fighting for a legacy that isn't whole." At that moment, the rogue Alpha steps forward, his eyes cold and full of purpose. "You've been too focused on fighting, Diego," he says with a sneer. "The real fight has always been about the prophecy." And your kids... His voice drops low, as if he is enjoying the moment. "The twins are the most important thing." They are mine now.

I laugh too and, as we get back to our feet, Cain is standing right there beside us. “Alpha Cain.” Amber says bowing her head in submission. “Amber.” Cain says. “I was apologising Alpha, for my previous behaviour.” Amber says staring at the floor by her feet. “It doesn’t matter, Amber. Let’s move on.” I say and she smiles. “Alpha Cain, Luna Rosalie.” An older Wolf says. Amber glances at him wincing. “Elder Seth.” Cain says. “I see you’ve met my daughter.” Seth says, looking pointedly at me.

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

321` When they both got down, they saw both parents sitting on opposite sides of the couch; they were not saying anything, but she could feel the tension in the air as both men stared at each other. Sge cleared her throat and their gazes on each other dropped. Both women turned to them. Levi sat down and Lila's eyes travelled through the room. She decided to stand because she did not want to sit beside Levi and that was the only sofa left in the living room.

O's from those lands in order to not raise suspicions. Safe to say we are a hell of a wealthy bunch, but wealth was never our goal, it was just a necessary evil if we ever planned on truly defeating Seiko and to totally decapitate and cripple all his chains of business as well as those of his allies. Our focus was on Alpha Seiko of the Whitefang Pack even though it was Alpha Josh that killed our parents.

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

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.