The Legacies Book Novels & Stories

The sky cracked open with silver storms. Buildings collapsed. People screamed. Energy spread through the city like wildfire. Chaos consumed everything. The peaceful civilization transformed into a nightmare. Then Astera's voice echoed across the vision. "The Star Legacy was created to preserve knowledge." Silence. "It succeeded." The images shifted again. The Legacy grew. Expanded. Connected millions of memories. Millions of minds. Millions of lives. Then Astera continued. "It learned." The city lights flickered. "Adapted." Another flicker.

The future Legacies of Fate series – which includes Blakely, Asher, and Scarlett’s stories – and the future Legacies of Destiny series – which includes Zion, Lola, and Matteo’s stories will be told on that platform. My NEW book is currently live here on this site! “Tangled Secrets – Taming Mr. Vittori” is a story that has been in the making for a while now, so I am excited to get Violet and Enzo’s journey started. You can check out the sneak peek that I had previously posted for it. Their journey is filled with twist, turns, and a rollercoaster of emotions. Again, thank you for being the amazing people that you are! See you amongst the turning pages, Shana Allen

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

--- Miles away, inside a restricted records vault, Victor reviewed a confidential file. Genetic reports. Medical authorizations. Guardianship drafts. All stamped with institutional seals. He closed the folder slowly. His expression remained unreadable. But his voice echoed faintly in the empty room. “Legacies are not left to chance.” The lights shut off. Darkness swallowed the vault. Leaving one terrifying question lingering in the silence— Was Ethan truly Adrian’s son… Or the final piece of a secret engineered from birth?

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

And the thought of helping others out there finally learn the truth about who they really were, appealed to me. Carefully, I put the pendants back in the bag and tied it shut, before turning my attention to the books. I pulled the oldest looking one out first; the tattered cover looked like it had been repaired and mended multiple times overs the years. Opening the cover, I found a detailed family tree that started with Francis Reinhardt at the top, and spread down the page listing names, dates of births and deaths. Children and marriages. After those pages came journal entries from Francis, all written by hand in a flowing script. Setting the book aside, I pulled the next one out and found

“And because I want to keep the child that Tyrell and I created through our bond, I want to step down as the alpha of this pack as well.” More gasps poured out of everyone, and I frowned in confusion and shock. I never thought she would step down as the alpha, but I understood why she would do that. I would have stepped down as well. “I would like to live with my child and raise my child to be just as great as Tyrell was before we were clouded by false beliefs. Tyrell was not a bad man. Everything he did, he did it to protect everyone here today. And I would like to continue that legacy by advising that the next alpha that gets elected by the pack should not try to get any form of revenge ag

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

Every inch of him screamed challenge, and I knew the second our eyes met that he still thought I’d gone soft coming here. Let him think it. The room went silent when Professor Veyra Aldane swept in. Same dark silk cloak. Same crimson-trimmed sleeves. Same terrifying calm in her gaze. “Legacy is the sharpest weapon a bloodline can wield,” she began, her voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. “But also the most fragile. Entire clans have fallen not by sword or spell, but by forgetting where they came from.” Her eyes flicked to me. Brief. Surgical. I forced myself not to clench my jaw.

The one who showed them where the seams in a story lived and how to pull, gently, until it came apart. Legacy, she thought, didn’t have to be a statue or a song. It could be a generation of wolves who, when someone like Corren said *don’t worry, we’ll think for you." I looked back and said, "No. I know how to do that myself.*