The Blood Legacy Novels & Stories

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

The room went silent as she began to speak. "Legacy is not just about wealth," Prudence began, her voice carrying a magnetic authority. "It is about the truth of our origins. In my work as a Legacy Architect, I have found that the greatest threats to a family’s future are not external enemies, but the secrets hidden within their own history. A misplaced document, a forgotten heir, a fractured succession... these are the cracks that can bring down even the mightiest empires."

However, the blood moon and mist lingered. A loud gasp escaped Mr. Habsburg's lips as he saw the two bodies torn apart. "Kate, please tell me my daughter didn't do that?" His face was filled with disbelief and perhaps fear. Besides Elder Wealth and Derek's torn bodies on the ground, the others who had been lying unconscious suddenly gained conscious. "What the heck!" "What just happened?" "Damn! I thought the tale of the white wolf was just a myth." "Oh the moon goddess." The sound of cracking bones filled the air as people struggled to rise.

And that was a legacy worth fighting for. **THE END**

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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.