The Legacies Book Novels & Stories

Placing a finger on the plastic-covered sheet, I caress her image, wishing she were alive to see me now. “This is our yearbook. Not the silly one that the school puts out, but the real yearbook. The Legacy Book.” “So everyone in this book is a Legacy?” I look at the other images on the page. There are newspaper articles and awards, as well as images from special events. My mother was a debate team champion and excelled at horseback riding. “Yes,” he confirms. "And these books go back generations. This is only one volume. There are dozens of others. I can show them to you if you’d like. We keep them in the Legacy library."

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.

When I turn eighteen and leave the orphanage, I can give them all to him at once. I hide the notebook in a crack between the cabinets and use a plastic ruler to retrieve it. I just got it out, but before I can hide it, Leya comes into the room. She's a normal girl and her butt isn't fat anymore; she's lost weight since we were ten. Leya doesn't know about the diary though, so I shove it under the mattress by the headboard and cover it with a pillow. Lucky, my talisman, sits next to my pillow. I know I can trust him.

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

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

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

I had one friend, Caroline, but I hadn't seen her in a year, not since that terrible night. 'Hurry up, you don't want to get Luna upset,' Lexi, my wolf urged. 'I know. Allow me to dress up,' I replied as I blocked her. Since my 18th birthday, I had only shifted once, and I was forbidden from attending any gatherings within the packhouse, let alone finding a mate. Alpha Lorgan claimed my parents had served him loyally, and that's why he kept me around, treating me like a daughter. However, his mate, Luna Leah, despised my very presence. She believed my parents had deserved their fate, leaving me to wonder what secrets they had held. Luna referred to me as a 'forbidden wolf,' insisting that I

After staring at her for a while, with worry written all over his face, he nodded and walked away, shutting the door to her bedroom. As soon as he was gone, Lyra threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow. Obviously, her Dad would hear her, but he would know she was screaming into her pillow in an attempt to relieve her stress. The words of her Dad rang in her head again. “There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be puttin

While forming Carodia and creating the first wolves called legacies, Tuiren states here that she had regrets. She knew her gifted wolves will rise against her later on and so she made bloodlines and a clan of silver wolves to be their worst enemy. "Do you see it now?" Wendy asks, moments later. She knows I've picked the right book for a start. I run my fingers over the Celtic symbols of fire and water imprinted on a page. Tuiren had used these for her creations and that was why each legacy could control either of the elements. "A legacy is not the most powerful wolf alive. I am." I breathe the last words out. The realization shocks me. It's like Tuiren made my kind as a check on the first wo

Elara announced: “These are the Guardians of Legacy. They will watch the treaty we forged—so it never fractures again.” The crowd cheered. In the bustling crowd, Hannah, Elara’s daughter, tugged her hand. Hannah: “Mama, what’s legacy?” Elara knelt. Elara: “Legacy is the light we leave—to guide those we love long after we’re gone.” Hannah smiled and ran off. Lanterns were lit again around the boundary, library, weaving hall, healer’s hearth. They formed a ring—warmth against winter’s shadow. Elara walked between them. Each glow told a story—love, sacrifice, hope.