The Unbound Legacy Novels & Stories

" Well if you must know, I did not receive any call from him or any message as a matter of fact, not on this cellphone and not on any other cell phone" " Did you check, did you check well? I'm sure you were not answering all the calls that came in" " Estefania! Wake up. Do you know that if we were still waiting for your Uncle, you would be married to Gustavo by now, wake up girl and try to see how you will complete the plan with Mr McQueen, "But...but he pro...." She did not even let me finish "Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy"

“Nora knows the rest. I only knew her. Knew what she gave up when she chose your father instead of the old bloodline.” “What bloodline? What was she?” His grip tightens on my hand, one last effort. “Unbound,” he says. “Like you’re going to be. The bond didn’t break you tonight, girl. It woke something that was always going to wake eventually. Your mother spent twenty years hoping it never would.” “Why didn’t she tell me?” “Because she loved you,” he says, “and the Unbound don’t get to keep the things they love. Not easily. Not without a cost that—”

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

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'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

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.

“What did you see?” Ceres looked up. Her voice shook. “I saw the root of it all. And I cut it.” Maera helped steady her. “Cut what?” “Flameblood,” Ceres said softly. “The legacy. The names. The bloodlines. I released them.” Veyna stared. “You what?” “I am no longer bound,” she said, standing slowly. “And I no longer bind.” A low hum echoed from the Codex in the corner of the room.

In a remote corner of the countryside, nestled among towering trees and lush greenery, stood the imposing silhouette of a grand mansion. This was the home of Seth Griffin, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, and Alpha of Alphas on this continent. Seth sat in his study, hunched over as if his shoulders literally felt the burden of the responsibilities of his leadership. His features etched with determination as he dialed a familiar number on his phone. He had been putting off this conversation for far too long, but the time had come to pass the torch to the next generation. Even Seth could no longer deny this fate.

A legacy. A beginning. The End.

The connection between us felt palpable, a thickening of the air around us like the very atmosphere had transformed. Duncan stepped back, and with his retreat, the shift became undeniable. It was as if the pack’s energy, its very essence, that invisible force that had always lingered in the background was suddenly channelled directly into us. The weight of it was overwhelming yet exhilarating, as though every wolf in the pack had momentarily become one with me, their strength, their will, their purpose, flowing through my veins. I could almost hear their collective heartbeat, the pulse of the pack reverberating within me, binding us together in a way I had never experienced before. The power