Novel & Cerita Malivore Legacies

Dmitri worriedly asked when tears started falling from the retired Diamantaire’s eyes. “Yes, yes ! Just that I feel bad for what I missed at Melody’s birth and turned such a joyous occasion into a heart breaking one. Please forgive me, Dmitri,” Tyler Blaydes repented. “Dad !” Dmitri softly said as he led the elder man to his comfortable chair and helped him sit down before giving him a glass of water. “Bygones are bygones, Dad. You loved your daughter and wanted the best for her. If it were not for your threat, Melody and I would not have relocated and she would not have found her soulmate, Ethan ! Everything happens for a reason, Dad. You have showered us with loads of love in every way tha

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

"Chronicles of House Malvore: Bloodlines and Betrayals." The book fell open as if it wanted to be read, pages yellowed with age, but the ink still sharp and deliberate. I settled onto a velvet-cushioned seat, the weight of the book grounding me. Slowly, I began to read. House Malvore, founded in the Age of the Silver Fang, has long stood as the bastion of honor and strength among the Five Great Houses. But its history, as with all dynasties, is stained as much with blood as it is adorned with glory.

He can’t resist a woman, and that is disgusting. In the afternoon, several news outlets published photos of Rover with underage girls, and his phone calls kept coming more and more urgently until I told him to be discreet and go let out some steam. I have to say I am not proud of that one, but it fucking worked. He is a piece of shit, and he doesn’t deserve to live.

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

Avery looked at Lydia in the back seat. Lydia sighed and nodded her head. ”Because if he has information but keeps it hidden, then he’s putting his entire family in danger.” My eyes widened. ”What do you mean?” I asked her. They knew something and hadn't told me. ”Malias cousin is a descendant from the first vampire that ever existed. She’s powerful and has been seeking revenge on the people who turned her cousin, meaning you and your family. If Malia tells her that you two are mates, she might have the leverage she needs.”

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

He let the words hang, sharp as a blade left unsheathed. Her stomach twisted. “Don’t you dare blame him.” Malrik tilted his head, unreadable. “I blame no one. But if you want answers, real answers, you must see where your bloodline was written into stone.” Raven’s breath caught. “What do you mean?” “There is a tomb,” Malrik said softly, “older than any pack, older than the Riders or the Lycan Wolves. Forgotten by most, but not by me and not by you, though you’ve yet to remember.”

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

Just reached over, brushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “They took it,” he said finally. Quiet. Devastated. Savannah closed her eyes. “Weren’t we supposed to hold truth in our hands?” Outside, the world blurred into smears of gold and black. Streetlamps became ghosts on the windshield. Her voice trembled now, stripped bare: “Legacy… legacy isn’t serum or names. It’s memory. That’s all we ever had.” Lightning clawed the skyline, revealing scars and scaffolds. Thunder stitched the world together for one aching breath.