Rain of Shadows and Endings (The Legacy)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

the gods began to create beings with mortals— demigods, whose descendants became their Legacy.

“I was finding some place to eat this without having to share,” she said, waving the chunk of chocolate in his face. Her other hand was still clasped in his.

he set the chocolate on a ledge that ran above them near the sconces. It was definitely going to melt up there.

“Yes,” Tessa agreed. “And doughnuts. The ones with chocolate on them. Not the powdered sugar ones. Then drinking.”

Doughnuts really went with anything. Yep, that’s what she was getting. She wasn’t sharing with anyone.

I was supposed to go get pizza and doughnuts after the Selection was done.”

“Maybe if you gave her some doughnuts, she’d be nicer,” Axel suggested when he was able to form words again.

He’d become the nightmare she already thought he was.

“Know that sometimes we must break to be forged into who we were meant to be,”

“You will break, Tessalyn. Make sure you get back up and take what is yours.”

faint traces of violet sparked across her irises, it took everything in him not to react. He had not been imagining it all those times. What kind of power would make her eyes do that?

The heir of darkness, death, and endings.

Illuminated the two figures dropping from the sky. One had dark-leathery wings. The wings of a dragon.

Drowning in rapture kept her from shattering, and she wasn’t about to apologize for how she held the pieces of her soul together.

There was faint light flaring from between the fingers of her clenched fists.

“No, Tessa. So I can have the Underground, and they can have Devram.”

“It’s something you can’t learn until you’re forced to walk through it, but you’d know that strength grows in the moments you think you can’t go on, but you do anyway. Strength is fighting back. Strength is doing whatever it takes to claim what is yours, even if others try to convince you it is not yours to take.”

Theon knew then this would forever be his favorite way to see her— writhing and needy for him and him alone. And he needed more of it.

Destruction or salvation. Your choice, wild fury.

like lightning trying to catch the darkness it eclipsed.

“No one can steal your thunder if you are the storm,” he replied, stretching a hand toward her. “Be the fucking storm, Tessa.”

Tristyn Blackheart, the elusive silent founder of Lilura Inquest?

she felt the thing in her soul reaching for him too, wanting something much darker.

“Because it reminds us that even chaos needs to scream sometimes. That even with all the magic and power among the realms and between the stars, even with technology and all the tools we have at our disposal, some things are, in fact, uncontrollable.”

“The question you should be asking is why are you in Devram at all?”

who will be left standing when Chaos comes to reign?”

Only lifted the dagger above her chest and sank it into her heart.

I have not spent the last twenty years in this forgotten realm only to fail now.

She’d get back up. She’d be the fucking storm. Because the thing about light? When strong enough, it could obliterate darkness.