Stolen Legacy Book Novels & Stories

“Fine. Keep your ghosts.” The door shut behind her with a hollow thud, leaving Dante alone with the smoke and silence. He didn’t move for a moment, his eyes fixed on the blackened stain where Gino Morel had burned. Then, finally, he crossed to the steel table where the ledger lay open. The book smelled of ink and mildew, its pages covered in scrawled names, coded notes, dates that stretched back decades—Valentina’s prize, stolen like a thief’s trophy. He turned the pages slowly, methodically, tracing each column. Cross-referencing Morel’s confessions, Marco’s intel, and the shipments Cruz had moved in secret.

After all, in their eyes, what could possibly be valuable about some old grave in the middle of nowhere? I stood by the upstairs window, watching Wallace's car disappear down the road, and a faint smile curved on my lips. There was something inside that safe—but it wasn't some priceless set of bonds. It was my real birth certificate and the evidence my father had left behind to prove Olivia's financial crimes. In my last life, I had almost gotten my hands on them. But before I could, they forced me to marry Abby, and my plan for revenge fell apart. This time, I'd let that fool guard the evidence for me.

And the air was finally starting to clear. My fingers didn’t tremble as I entered the final bypass code Sophie had whispered to me through the comms. I had spent years being told that my brain was a broken machine, that my memories were faulty, and my logic was a casualty of my “condition.” But as the decryption bar hit 100%, the screen didn’t show the chaotic hallucinations Daniel had promised. It showed the most beautiful, organized, and devastating reality I had ever seen. It was the “Black Ledger”—the digital heartbeat of the Legacy Theft.

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

“Two hundred million doesn’t just vanish without questions. My hands shook when I took out my phone, opening the banking app I had been obsessively checking for weeks. But there were the transactions — the enormous sums coursing through shell companies I had never seen before. I’d already confronted David about it yesterday, and he’d kissed my forehead, brought up how paranoid I was. *Just some bookkeeping errors, darling. I will have it by morning. * “It’s not about the money.” Sophie's voice dropped lower. "It's the bloodline. The Weber legacy endangers everything we've created, as long as she lives. Or have you forgotten what became of the last pack that allowed a Weber to live?”

He’s still staring through me, as if I’m a ghost of every hope he ever buried. “You don’t believe me?” I ask, but there’s a tremor in my chest, a raw edge to my stubbornness. It’s one thing to outlast someone in a fight; it’s another to convince them their whole world has been a lie. “Kalen, Cassie showed me the book. The binding is old magic, older than the council or the packs. Blood, vows, and the moon. That’s all it takes.” He shakes his head, lips pressed so tight they’re nearly white. “Don’t do this to me, Lyla. Don’t give me a reason to believe in something I can’t have.” The inflection twists at the end, and I realize he’s not just angry—he’s terrified.

He paused and sighed. “But now, I know the truth. Cathryn survived, and our twins grew strong, unaware of their true heritage. The thought fills me with pride, gratitude, and determination. That fateful day, I discovered a dark truth. As I lay wounded, I overheard Archon's conversation with one of his minions. They spoke of the Order, a shadowy organization pulling the strings from behind. I realized that Shadow Pack was merely a pawn in the Order's game. Archon's true loyalty lay with the Order, not his own pack.

I ask, and he nods slightly, but I grab my knife from my pocket and stab him in the leg, pressing it with my hand as a loud scream leaves his lips. “You can scream all you want. No one is going to hear you,” I whisper in his ear before I remove the knife and stab his other leg. “Calliope is mine, and I am not going to let an old, dirty fucker like you touch her or try to destroy her,” I say, and his eyes meet mine once more.

But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then. “Still holdin’ onto some shit about your brother?” I ask, keeping my tone casual. Legion glances at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Legacy’s lost himself. Whatever he’s gotten involved in, it’s not about family anymore. He used to care, but now? Now he’s wrapped up in this… this need for power. And he’s willing to burn everything down to get it.” I grunt in acknowledgment, but my thoughts keep drifting to Zane. The name is like a knife twisting in my gut, but I don’t let it show on my face. I’ve gotten real good at hiding that kind of pain.

Ring... Ring... Ring... That was my alarm. Arrrgghhh! Still sleepy but must go to university because of my last semester's final exam. I needed to pass so I could finish college and make Chadrick proud of me. He’s my greatest inspiration, my deepest why, and My Knight!.