Malivore Legacies Novels & Stories

Cora speaks with pure contempt, leaning forward. "Lydia, since we are all in the same den, I will lay it out plain for you: Derek Hale is nothing but a fraud and a social climber. Malia Argent kicked him out of her pack, so he set his sights on your bloodline resources. If my wolf had not caught him in the sanctuary today, you would have fallen right into his dirty trap."

Priorities, but also warmth, and this room needs both. Declan opens a slim folder. "The shell company Isobel traced, Vane Private Interests, has a financial connection to a larger entity." He sets a page on the desk between us. "This entity has been funding three separate operations over the last two years. The first is a genetics research firm that specializes in dormant supernatural bloodlines. The second is a private legal team that handles what they call legacy asset acquisition." "Legacy asset," I say flatly. "They're calling my baby a legacy asset."

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.

> “You summon us again, little mortal. What would you bleed this time?” Malric grinned, a wicked thing stretching across his scarred face. He wore no crown, no armor—only a dark cloak embroidered with runes stolen from forbidden scrolls. His eyes, once a dull steel, now shimmered faintly with unnatural crimson. “I want your legions,” he said coldly. “The shadows in the East. The beasts that hide in bone and smoke. I want them ready.” A low, guttural laugh rumbled from the portal. “You seek to wage war against the Omni Draco himself?”

“She’s his mate. She was stolen by the Blood Rose Pack over a year ago and that’s how Luca died. Silas came to claim her back and they refused to hand her over. They claim her life is forfeit but they killed Luca, not her. And now, when Silas tried to fight for his mate, they kill him and claim her as their mate instead. They’re playing you. They know the sanctity of a mate-bond, that’s why they’re using it now so that you won’t refuse them.” I hear Aeron growl. A low, guttural noise that sends some strange sense of pride through me. It’s as if he’s staking his claim. “And yet the girl doesn’t seem to be unwilling.” Elder Mab says, eyeing me and seeing Cain’s hand resting on my thigh. “They’

"Well, to be honest, it's yours, but if you give it to me, I can use it to take back the company and return it to you as soon as I am done with it." "You do not have to ask them for that; take it and use it however you like. I do not care." Lila replied when she saw that Levi was not sure if she was going to release it to him. She had just gone to offer herself as a sacrifice to her mother so that she would win. Why would he think that a few scraps were going to make her betray him? "Are you sure? This is supposed to give you immunity."

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

To her father’s disappearance, to the Crescent Moon pack, and to the legacy that now fell on her shoulders. But what did that legacy mean? She had never asked for any of this. All she had ever wanted was a quiet life, to honor her father’s memory by continuing his work as a veterinarian in Cedar Grove. She had never imagined she’d be thrust into a world of ancient prophecies and werewolf politics. It felt like a dream, a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Behind her, the soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor broke through her thoughts. Isla turned to find Luca emerging from the trees, his presence as undeniable as the weight of the world pressing down on her.

Or worse, had he been complicit until it was too late? --- The firelight flickered faintly across the room, casting long shadows that seemed to shift and move. Adrian’s voice echoed in my mind, steady and unyielding: You’re not responsible for the choices Victor made. But you are the one who can change the legacy he left behind. As much as I wanted to believe him, the truth was murkier. I wasn’t just fighting Marcus and Victoria anymore—I was fighting the ghost of Victor Callahan, the weight of his sins tethering me to a battle I hadn’t asked for.

-Soraia- Malvina had said on the spot, and she was only touching the dagger now because she was wearing gloves and had a drop, so to speak, of the pure blood that ran through her niece's veins. -In the meantime, I suggest you keep the dagger in a safe," she instructed, and they both agreed as Malvina returned it to the box. -Until now, I can't believe we've forgiven Marcus for what happened- Valeria complained soon after the long argument between her and Marcus, to the point where she slapped him, but he didn't react. -Our daughter loves him, Valeria," defended André as he sat down next to his wife in a chair on the balcony.