The Blood Legacy Novels & Stories

“What’s really happening is that you keep showing up in my life pretending you’re doing me a favor.” He stood slowly, adjusting his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “You still think this is about love, don’t you?” His tone was quiet but it still sounded harsh. My pulse picked up. “If it’s not, then what is it?” As Cassian stepped closer, his shoes barely made a sound against the polished floor. “Legacy,” he said simply. “That’s what this has always been about.” He took one more step. “The Council wants to merge our bloodlines. My influence and your growing power. Together, we’d be untouchable.”

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

He recalled the long summers spent running through the dense forests and swimming in the lake. But those memories were tinged with bitterness, tainted by the knowledge of his family’s dark history. His grandfather, once alpha of a different pack, had succumbed to the allure of power and wealth, and had challenged the alpha of the Moonlit pack, because he wanted the alpha of alphas title. A bloody war had followed because no one really wanted Seth on that throne. His own father had done nothing but obey Seth’s demands and let his fated mate wither away in pain. Knowing his mate, he had chosen another for Seth and had killed her slowly and painfully. Sebastian had vowed never to follow in thei

Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an extinct tribe called the people of Cuna with a special mutation in their blood. On getting to the back I saw several ziploc bags filled with blood, I knew that I cannot carry it that way so stretching out my cap and then pulled out 40 gallons from it and and then using the spells I learnt fro

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.

Such a thing was truly a stroke of luck for Long Chen; he never expected that those mindless spirits could be such a valuable source for obtaining a legacy. “So, is this how they obtain their legacies?” Long Chen pondered regarding that strange realm of legacies. Each color was different; Long Chen could now tell that white would only grant a legacy from an immortal being, followed by green, red, yellow, silver, gold, and so on. Each color symbolized how powerful the legacy they would receive within the legacy realm. Of course, the dangers of the legacy realm weren’t just the living monsters—they also had to be careful when absorbing each legacy.

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.

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

“Alpha blood. Power unquestioned.” “And Voss blood,” someone else counters. “That legacy is not clean.” My jaw tightens. Legacy. As if blood is currency and as if history is a debt that never stops collecting interest. Ronan does not speak yet. He watches and listens. His stillness is more dangerous than anger. I know that look. It is the look he wears right before someone regrets opening their mouth. “The wolves will follow strength,” Elder Marrek continues. “An heir born of both lines could unify or fracture us entirely. Other packs will see it as a claim.”

“At least you’re not afraid to speak your mind. But if you want to survive Green Valley Academy, you might want to ease up on the sanctimonious vibe. These people can sniff out a preachy attitude a mile away.” Gabrielle felt heat redden her cheeks. “I’m not preachy; I just believe in holding on to some morals. Maybe you wouldn’t understand that.” “Morals? Sweetheart, this place doesn’t run on morals. It runs on power, who you know, and a whole lot of cash.” He leaned closer, eyes glimmering with mischief, and for a brief moment, Gabrielle was taken aback, feeling vulnerable before the unnatural calm of his gaze. “You either adapt or drown, and I can see you’re already struggling.”