The Legacies Book Novels & Stories

She was broken, and I feared I was losing her too. I couldn’t just let her slip away. I couldn’t just sit there. I had to try to get us out. I screamed, pushing against the invisible chains that bound me. My body was heavy, aching, but I refused to give in. My eyes burned, my muscles screamed in protest, but I had to move. I had to save us. I forced my body forward, straining with every ounce of strength I had left. My arms and legs felt like they were going to snap, my head throbbed as though it might explode, but I pushed through. My heart raced in my chest as I tried to break free from the spell.

This was impact that lasted. This was legacy.

She really was losing it. Nestled beside him on the cold stone, lay the relic. It was a small box, no bigger than her palm, crafted from a metal she didn’t recognize. It was a deep, obsidian black, and intricate silver filigree snaked across its surface, forming patterns that seemed to shift and writhe in the dim light. This was what she had come for, the reason she had braved the dangerous climb and the unsettling legends surrounding this forsaken place.

In the end, they knew that love and legacy would only hold meaning if shared and strengthened through the unity of all. The End

Subi Mwanza was arrested for the murder of the Kalulushi Catholic University under the incitement of the Insaka. Subi was used by the Insaka to demonstrate how the British government worked as regarding to crimes commited many years ago. It was a system that never believed in putting crimes under the carpet with the passage of time. They were strong protagonists of crimes never rot. At whatever time provided evidence was available, the criminal procedures could be started. The Insaka had dug deeper in the pasts of both ladies until a dirty murder case was unearthed in Subi’s life. While in prison, she heard that her worst enemy was actually her twin sister. The knowledge was bitter at first

Loving people you'll never meet. That's legacy. That's enough. That's everything. THE END

"We will practice until you can call a thread without flooding. Until you can hold it steady without burning yourself. This will take days. Perhaps weeks and it will be painful every time until your body adapts." I looked at my hands. The skin was red and tender. "What if I cannot do it? What if I am not strong enough?" "Then you die. Your blood carries three legacies child. Human, fae and traces of something else I cannot quite identify." Her expression grew serious. "These legacies are at war within you. They will tear you apart unless you forge them into unity. The magic is key. It can bind what should not coexist or it can shatter you trying."

Down the hall, Aria stirred in her sleep and murmured, “We’re safe.” Aiden, half-awake, responded softly, “We are.” And somewhere in the house, Daxton Stone stood alone, holding a truth that finally settled deep in his bones: Legacy wasn’t built by dominance. It was built by what—and who—you chose to protect.

he says, voice like thunder cracking over a battlefield. And in that moment, I know: The world isn’t on the brink of disaster. We’re already falling. --- Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Hide and Seek, the first book of The Trios Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

A fragment of family, of meaning. But what she found was far more than origin—it was inheritance. Legacy. Magic. And the bone-deep weight of a buried war that had never truly ended. With trembling hands, she returned the Book of Beasts to its pedestal, feeling its reluctant parting like a thread being severed. Dust still veiled most of the archive; time itself seemed to hang in layers across every forgotten tome and crumbling scroll. The silence wasn’t absence—it was memory. Dense. Watching.