The Last Legacy

The Last Legacy

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In a dystopian-apocalyptic future, most of civilization has been wiped by the Elder Gods of Red Devil and it's King; Icarus, following a massive strike and war between the humans and the people of the Citadel. After being subdued by the Citadel with self-destructing genes that will take action on their respective 21st birthday, The Morlocks, gifted assassins with extraordinary powers, rule the world by preparing to master their abilities and assembling to enter the decade's 50th Tournament of Power. The prize? Nothing more than to serve as the most skillful assassin in the Citadel and to obtain the mysterious black box; a box containing the cure and the power of immortality. Ariadne Greyrose, a morlock with cryptic abilities and the sole daughter of demon-King Icarus, seeks for her place in the Citadel. Haunted by recurring strange visions and a power she cannot quite understand yet, Ariadne is chosen among the seven entrants for the tournament--and the deadliest of them all. But soon, she learns of hidden secrets that the Citadel has been keeping from their land of Niflheim; how the end of the world is approaching, no one is safe and the tournament is not a competition, it is something much sinister than that. Convinced that Ariadne's powers are the key to saving the last of humanity, enigmatic Damon helps Ariadne and the rest of the Morlocks to uncover what her powers and visions truly might mean. But, with the rest of the world laying in their hands and the whole world watching them, there is only two things you need to watch out for in the warzone; all secrets will have to come out and you cannot trust anyone around you--not even yourself. New chapter every friday. ❤️
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Meet Isabel. She gets along with most people, not super popular but she's not a wallflower either. Isabel doesn't need anyone else in her life not to protect her and certainly not Derek and his crew. She lives with her brother and father . They share a secret that could land them in jail. She can fight almost anyone and win, this girl kicks a$$. Yet Isabel has a past that features in her nightmares, making her afraid to sleep alone. --- "Hey?" I heard but didn't reply. "Hey!" I still didn't reply. A hand grabbed my arm and I twisted out of it on instinct. There was a glimmer of surprise in his eyes as I faced the last of the Five in the now almost empty hallway. Derek. Almost as tall as Mac. Black hair like the twins with ice cold blueish grey eyes. Same fighters build, six pack and all but not as soft as Mac or as feminine as the twins beauty. He was more rugged. I did understand the appeal of these boys but there were a lot of good looking guys on the swim team too and I did go with Jarred when he had fights. "You know we wouldn't let anyone hurt you right? Even if Jarred isn't around, we'll be here to protect you." I blinked. I blinked again. Nope, he was still standing there with the same serious expression. Derek, the unofficial leader of the Five, the boy every guy would want to be friends with and every girl would love to sleep with, was offering me his protection. I did the only thing that made sense in that situation. I burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard that I doubled over and when I glanced up at him I just cracked up again. He stood through it all without any emotion on his face, there was barely a glimmer of anger in his eyes. If anything I might have seen some surprise. I patted him on the arm and winked. "You. Are. Funny! I don't need you idiots to look out for me. But thanks for the thought." With that I quickly made my way to class.

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