Bourne Legacy Novel Novels & Stories

I begin but he silences me with a look. Axel produces a syringe from his bag and draws a thumbs worth of Ryker’s blood. I stare at it. It looks exactly like mine, there’s no discernible difference, and yet I know it contains Lycan genes, while mine contains nothing but duff ones. Ones so shameful even my own father hid me away. I shut my eyes and a flash of it, of all the blood splattered on the ground, splattered from my mother’s throat, appears as if I’m right back there and I jerk, just as the needle goes in.

Before I could run away, a beam of light shot from the connected point at the center to my head and once again, I experience a falling sensation. Then the images started, I did not understand at first what was happening, until I saw two babies being born. A white haired one and a blacked haired one. I knew the story of my ancestors, how the gift started, I never knew about the black haired one. The vision appeared as if it was moving backwards in time. I watched as my ancestors moved to Dar, the power being diminished but it was strong with each generation that came before it and finally, I watched as the generation where the golden queen, sank a kingdom and how Northshore was formed. It was

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“Mommy! wake up I want to play!” “Casey be quit let mommy sleep come downstairs” “But Daddy, I want mommy to play with me” “Not today, moms not feeling good today let her sleep” I can hear the door close slowly as I start to open my eyes. The room is dark. The blackout curtains keep the sunlight out and today I’m so glad that they do. My body feels like it has been run over by a train. I try to turn over in bed and it hurts so bad that a moan escapes my mouth. I don’t know how long I laid there. I didn’t care, I wished that I would die right there and never have to live another day in this place. I feel horrible and could not see anyway out of this situation but death. I finally force my bod

At a loss at what to do to save Edwin, Ebenezer took a chance and appeared before Malcolm for the first time since they’d parted company on such terrible terms the night he died. Malcolm was a moody young man who challenged Ebenezer at practically every turn on practically every subject. If Ebenezer said it was a beautiful day, Malcolm would find something about it that was dark or depressing. Out of sheer desperation, Ebenezer sent Malcolm away to a boarding school in hopes it would not only provide him a fine education but improve his disposition. It was at this school that Malcolm had the misfortune of meeting up with his maker. He returned to Ebenezer a vampire who was not only moody

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When we get to the car, Ethan has me sit in the front with him while Jordan and Jacob sit with Bambi in the back. Two big guys are squeezing that poor girl. About ten minutes away from the mansion, I hear Bambi gurgle. It sounds like syrup is bubbling in the back of her throat. "Ethan, man. Hurry up.” Jacob complains. I turn and see her eyes pop open. Pitch black with the brightest red ring I've ever seen. Her arm lunges towards me with nails fully extended as she lets out a guttural growl. "Get on the floor, Jessica!" Jordan yells as

The thing in the woods didn't need sound to find us. ​The amber eyes didn't blink. They hovered in the darkness, glowing with a predatory fire that made my own new blood run cold. This wasn't the Alaric who had saved me from the poison. This wasn't the man who had held me through the fever. This was the Beast—the unfiltered, ancient curse of the Thorne bloodline.

The road beyond the window was nothing but darkness and trees. She didn’t mind the dark. She had lived inside it long enough to call it home. The letter was short. Four sentences. She lingered on the final one: _The hybrid’s blood has fully surfaced. The wolf pack has fractured. The girl is exposed. Now is the time._ She folded the paper neatly and pressed it flat against her knee. Her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. Seventeen years of patience had led to this moment. She understood better than most that the right timing outweighed a hundred rushed attempts.

Zeyric replied, closing his eyes as the shared rhythm of their heartbeats finally began to slow down in the dark. Outside the tiny high window, the amber light of the faculty patrols faded away into the mist, leaving the academy wrapped in a deceptive, fragile silence. But beneath the stone floors, deep within the forgotten catacombs, the violet energy of Veyron’s curse continued to pulse and grow, waiting for the moment they would finally step down into the dark.