The Legacy Series Novels & Stories

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

– I questioned him. - I want another car! – I screamed at my father. - I need to maintain the memory of our honor and our history. – His father said. - I want to keep our legacy alive. – His father said. - The reminder is to continue killing our enemies. – Your daughter said. – The legacy, simply put, is that we are the greatest clan of assassins, and we keep our enemies in line. – Your daughter said. - Get another car, but I won't throw this one away. – Your father said.

He looked over his shoulder. "Someone has been maintaining Genesis all this time." --- Dani stared at Victor. "You said Legacy ended." "It did." "You said Richard destroyed it." "He destroyed Legacy." Victor's voice remained calm. "He never found the people who inherited Genesis." --- The distinction chilled the room. Legacy had been an organization. Genesis... Was an idea. One that had survived. --- Sarah's recording crackled back to life. "If you're still listening..." "...then you've discovered the hardest truth." "Organizations can be dismantled."

But this wasn’t a story of heroes and villains. This was a story of legacy. And mine wasn’t over yet.

she smiled at her friend. "I know but I kind of feel this is my fault as well," Jasmine said. "Forget about it" Lila waved her hand in the air but I was thinking about Levi" "About Levi huh?!" Jasmine had a sky expression on her face. "Wipe off that expression immediately, this is serious" "What is so serious about Levi?" "Well he was having night terrors and maybe nightmares but he refused to talk about it" "I don't think both of you are close enough to talk about things like that, I mean you only agreed to stay together as strangers for a year and I find it kind of weird that you are worried about him"

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.

“Keeper?” My father’s voice was low and heavy. “You weren’t just born to guard the door, Lena. You were born to inherit what’s behind it.” I stumbled back a step, the weight of the revelation slamming into me like a hammer. “No. No, that’s not what I was taught. Grandmother said—” “Your grandmother lied,” my mother said, her voice breaking. “She lied because she hoped it would never come to this. She thought that if you lived an ordinary life, the legacy would die with her. She thought if she could keep you hidden long enough, the Old Powers would forget.”

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

"We reveal together, Kael. The bond holds." The ruins held them in victory's glow, emotions weaving unity anew, drawing toward the legacy ahead.

"It's long overdue, but I'm finally acting my age. Let's be carefree and young together, Zeke." "I don't know about you, Mare, but it's too late for me. Can you guess how old I am?" I gasp. "Are legacies supposed to be immortal, like vampires?" Zeke stays silent, and I release another long gasp. He's trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but now I'm genuinely curious. "Legacy werewolves can stay alive forever." "Will that make you..." I trail off while counting wide-eyed with my fingers. "Three—four hundred years old!"