Novel & Cerita Chloe Uncharted Lost Legacy

She turned around to face me with a stunned expression, her shock mirroring her mother's. “What the hell? How are you alive?” She asked as she turned to face her mother. “How is this possible, mother?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly with fear. “Mother, I thought you said you had everything taken care of. How did Lexie escape? How is she still alive?” “Incompetent fools! They were supposed to get rid of you, and now, they've gotten rid of someone else!” Claudia hissed, her face twisting into rage. My release must have thwarted whatever plans she had up her sleeves, else she wouldn't be so frustrated.

She let the silence settle for a moment before she finished: “It’s meant for the one who creates—or destroys—legacies.” Nyma reached for the pendant again, as if she could feel that legacy humming beneath her skin. Her hands shook. “Am I supposed to choose?” she asked, voice barely a breath. “Between the two?” Creation and destruction. Elara didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. After a moment of staring at it, Elara responed. "I don't know exactly, darling! " But deep down, Nyma already knew.

“But tell me, does he know just how desperately you cling to his side? Her face twisted with anger, and she took a threatening step closer. “You’re nothing, Ava. And soon, you’ll be exactly where you belong—out of our lives for good.” With that, she spun around and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway like a drumbeat of doom. As the door clicked shut, a cold realization settled over me. Chloe wasn’t just a passing fling—she was determined, ruthless, willing to do whatever it took to keep me from my place in this family. But two could play that game. I wouldn’t let her, or anyone, strip me of my legacy, of the control I’d fought so hard to groom. I would fight back, and I’d f

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

James asked. “I'm asking you to help me make sense of everything,” I leaned forward on my desk, “I want you to help me understand how a retail worker convinced my uncle to destroy his own family legacy. We're missing something, James. The connection between her and Richard that nobody knows about. And I'm going to find it,” James sighed, “And if you find nothing?”

He nodded once. “I’ll be here.” She hesitated. Then smiled softly. “Okay.” The call ended and the moment the screen went dark— Chloe turned to her in silence. Then— She grabbed a pillow and hit her. “YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS THAT INTENSE.” Layla burst out laughing. “I tried to!” “Oh my god!, Layla,did I just had a video call with Legendary almighty Mr. Elias Thorne.” Layla laughed.“ Chloe, you're being dramatic.”

It was an uneven cross and she knew very well who it belonged to. “It was Chloe,” Rhea said with a note of finality. “Chloe got in here and she did this. I’m a hundred percent sure of that. This is the pendant that she wore as a child, it has never one day come off her neck. She must have dropped it on the floor in her haste to get away from the pack after making away with Megan.” “But why would she come back here after her last experience here?” Layla frowned. “If she’s as wise as I thought she was, she should have known better than to come back here and risk facing off with people who could kill her for real.”

Up until the next morning, Chloe strategized. As the day brightened, her fears increased and she realized just how helpless she is. If she was ever going to go up against the Marlowes, she'd need a more powerful alliance. Someone more powerful than the Marlowes and the only family above the Marlowes was the Royal Family! "Blake…" She mumbled thinking about the man that was by her deathbed. As soon as thoughts of Blake flooded her memories, she remembered George's confession and she quickly ran towards their walk-in closet. She frantically searched through her wardrobe, scattering her clothes all around the closet until she came across an old box she had brought with her.

"What else?" "Truly for me, Josh? Not just for your gain?" Chloe tried not to tremble as she met Josh's gaze, although she had to clench her fists tightly to display her strength in facing Josh. "I feel like this is not only for me. You have a personal vendetta against Leonel. Maybe Mountain Pte or whatever is related to Leonel." Josh burst into laughter. "You... think like that?" Chloe enjoyed the laughter. She didn't get carried away because she felt that Josh was hiding something even more prominent. Once the laughter subsided under Josh's control, Chloe spoke again.

Chloe was incredulous by Cole’s audacity to chase her away. Taking advantage of her noble status, she said unscrupulously, “I am Doomsday’s admiral. I have a higher position than you, and I am your elder in terms of status. How dare you chase me away, Cole Yorks?” Cole said, "Aunt Chloe, a hero is silent about their past glories. You being Doomsday’s admiral is now a thing of the past. Do you think that you still deserve the title of admiral with the current state of your health?”