The Legacies Book Novels & Stories

“Her will was read last week. That’s when we found out about your existence. All these years, and she never spoke of you, Nyra. Not once. But she left you a legacy.” Hope flickered, fragile as candleflame in a crypt. Statues didn’t earn wages. My accounts bled dust. Rumor painted my birth mother in silks and gold: old money, older secrets, a marriage sealed in boardrooms and bloodlines. “Oh?” I didn’t want to sound too excited. “Before I explain, you must experience it for yourself.” “What do you mean?” She rose, a passing of flames, and crossed the room. “The true legacy is something passed to the firstborn daughter in our family. However, it comes with three gifts. They are to prepare you

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She would do some research see what she could learn and decide. It was her grandmother Belle who said “Don’t go thinking what Stacia has is all your entitled too. I know you don’t know it, but my family before I married Jamison setup a fund for their future grandchildren and great grandchildren alike, myself and Jamison followed in that tradition ourselves.” She glanced at her daughters then back at Angel and said, “My daughters bless their hearts are so much like their father business wise they’ll never take time off for marriage or kids.” To which both women gave her loving looks then turned their attention back to Angel.

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.

But to save. The light grew stronger. Runes on the floor lit up, one by one, encircling her in a sacred ring. And then came visions. Flashes of wolves howling beneath full moons. Of queens before her who bore no crowns but wielded impossible power. Of battles yet to come—not just steel and claw, but truth against lies, hope against despair. A war of legacies. A world breaking to be remade. And in the center of it—her. Not just queen.

Everything about the last days had felt designed to push me toward a line I could not uncross. Damian spoke then, voice low but firm. “If this legacy threatens to consume her, we fight it,” he said without hesitation. “We don’t bargain with something that sees her as a symbol instead of a person.” His words warmed and hurt all at once, because part of me agreed completely. Another part wondered if refusing was exactly what the Ashbound expected. Angela’s expression softened just slightly. “Legacies don’t always erase the self,” she said carefully. “Sometimes they reveal what was always there.” She paused, then added more quietly, “But sometimes they demand a price before they give answers.”

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

she said, turning as her hair swayed with her and she walked away. "Wait up," he said, jogging and stopping when he was beside her. "Let's take a walk around the great Carrington mansion," Levi added. It was one that had been passed down for three generations now. Her father grew up there as a child with his brother and sister. She did too, even though she was barely in the house at all times.

“I was actually going to suggest we do this together. I want you to feel confident in your role here, Elena. This is your legacy.” The word “legacy” made my stomach churn. I’d spent most of my life working part-time jobs, struggling to make ends meet, and barely scraping by. This world of wealth and power was foreign to me, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong. --- Later that day, I decided to take a break from the estate’s endless demands. I wanted to do something special for Adrian, to thank him for standing by me through everything.

"That's really interesting then. The 'heir' that Martin longed for so much that he was willing to kill his fiancee turns out to be… mixed-race?" "I didn't do it!" Lilian had a complete emotional breakdown at that. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at me. "So what if the child is different than usual? That's still top-tier genetics! It's a hundred times better than a woman like you who can't have children!" Her words silenced the entire room. Martin's parents stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Top-tier genetics? That phrase felt so familiar. Suddenly, I recalled something. That once-in-a-century, top-tier genetics from the Almoran tribal chief that was worth 200 mil