The Blood Legacy Novels & Stories

// 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

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

Alexander asked, his voice low, rough with emotion as he slowly stood. Gingi sighed, looking between us, reading Helsing’s hands. “It means your children are the heirs to an ancient legacy. The Lyan bloodline, once royal, once revered. It means they’ll have the strength of the ancient wolves... but also their instability. Their power will be more than most can handle. And they’ll need to learn how to control it. Fast. Also means, there about to be targets. Blood, breeding for power is…’outdated’ but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some who won’t come for it.” “They are children!” I snapped to my feet, nearly callasping on my wrapped leg.

The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous. The library windows rattled. The red moon dimmed. The man's body began to fade into mist. "The gifts have been delivered," he said. "May each heir pay what she owes." "You had your turn in the last life," she said. "This one belongs to me." I looked at my sister and smiled back. Poor Lydia. She still believed the Scholar Gift had made me great. She had no idea what it had taken from me. And she had no idea that every gift from the Blood Ledger came with a bill.

Jai-Blynn has her suppressed, and apparently, she's counting on Kinna to save her from it. Kinna's palms finally open. Only Marelyn and I know what we glimpsed there before they disappeared. We saw symbols. In her right palm, the Celtic symbol of fire and water was joined together to form what looked like light and life. Her left palm showed us her silver blood. She's a bloodline, and she's not just any legacy werewolf, but a true Legacy, who can control both elements.

Not perfect and not whole but okay. The Volkov legacy would continue. Broken, rebuilt, and somehow stronger for having survived the worst. THE END. THANK YOU DEAR READER. BIG LOVE TO ALL IRINA'S, DIMITRI'S AND ALEXEI'S LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO ALL THE CASTS LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO THE BETRAYAL AND BLOOD READERS, YOUR SUPPORT MEAN ALOT💙💙💙💙💙

"I guess this is not the first time. Did you get rid of my memory so that I don't remember?" He slowly shook his head and when he wanted to say something, she cut him off. "Did you pick me like you picked all your other victims?" "No, I never thought of you like that." "Stop lying to me!" Marianne raised her voice and her expression was that of hurt. "If Julianne hadn't told me about the beings existence, and that I had been bitten, and that the person was you, you never would have confessed yourself. And yet, like a fool, I carried the mark around. I don't know how to feel about having to walk around like this until the mark clears off. I don't know how to feel about finding out that I am o

“The Legacy is not simply blood. It is the ability to create something the Hollow cannot understand.” “What?” “An ending.” Asterion looked at him. “Explain.” “The Hollow consumes. It remembers. It transforms. Everything it touches becomes part of itself. Legacy is the opposite. It allows something to exist beyond the one who created it.” My eyes remained on Caelan. “A child.” “A child is one expression of it,” Eamon said. “But Legacy is larger than blood. It is the ability to choose what comes after you.” I understood. The first Keeper had not hidden three pieces of a weapon. He had separated three aspects of existence. Name gave identity. Memory gave knowledge. Legacy gave continuity and ch

“Get out.” He tilted his head, almost pitying. “This isn’t you protecting them. This is you becoming me. Look around.” He gestured lazily at the carnage—the bodies sprawled across my living room, the walls spattered with blood. “This is my legacy. My empire. And you’ve just proven you’re fit to inherit it.” My hand shook, rage boiling so hot it was hard to see. Upstairs, I imagined Lena pressed to the door, Eliana in her arms, both listening, both waiting.