Novel & Cerita Malivore Legacies

Maria tried to influence Tomy to take over the Dawn Family company. As expected, Maria was the main culprit behind the accident that occurred in her in-laws. If Claire were still alive, William wouldn't have had the heart to hand over the company to his daughter because he trusted her so much. However, when Claire died, things became very complicated for William. Even though the company's ownership should have gone to Tomy as the surviving descendant, William became very hesitant since he discovered that Maria was a scheming woman. Now, William's trust turns to Belle, a 27-year-old girl who is only his caretaker.

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

Now, with God's third chance at life, Emilia vowed to make everyone pay in their own coin. Emilia's thoughts drifted to her arch-nemesis, the Blackwoods. Initially, her eyes were focused on Marcus Blackwood, the mastermind behind the vile acts inflicted upon her family. However, it now seemed that the entire Blackwood clan was tainted by their own brand of malice. Emilia's memories of their torture and humiliation still seared her mind, a stark contrast to the kindness she had once shown them.

He recalled the long summers spent running through the dense forests and swimming in the lake. But those memories were tinged with bitterness, tainted by the knowledge of his family’s dark history. His grandfather, once alpha of a different pack, had succumbed to the allure of power and wealth, and had challenged the alpha of the Moonlit pack, because he wanted the alpha of alphas title. A bloody war had followed because no one really wanted Seth on that throne. His own father had done nothing but obey Seth’s demands and let his fated mate wither away in pain. Knowing his mate, he had chosen another for Seth and had killed her slowly and painfully. Sebastian had vowed never to follow in thei

“It did, however when Mazikeen was created because of Monar’s lust for as much power as he could get, the gods stepped in and created someone who could defeat Mazikeen. Me. I was created to grow in power just like how Mazikeen grows too but I am always to be a little ahead of him in level of power. I represents everything which Mazikeen oppose just as he represents everything I opposed but rather, I was not well versed in the issue and so the gods decided to punish not just me but also the world we came from. The name is the forgotten world is forever forgotten and if we want to remember… well I made it worse because how can we remember the name of a place which is supposed to be forgotten i

Such a thing was truly a stroke of luck for Long Chen; he never expected that those mindless spirits could be such a valuable source for obtaining a legacy. “So, is this how they obtain their legacies?” Long Chen pondered regarding that strange realm of legacies. Each color was different; Long Chen could now tell that white would only grant a legacy from an immortal being, followed by green, red, yellow, silver, gold, and so on. Each color symbolized how powerful the legacy they would receive within the legacy realm. Of course, the dangers of the legacy realm weren’t just the living monsters—they also had to be careful when absorbing each legacy.

His Father, afterall, was still convinced that he was working by his side and by his rules. But the consequences of his decisions are now taking place, as he is now running all the way back from the starting line again, while Calix is halfway through the finish line already. He went to Domus Malum, Zera was standing in front of the Tree of Death, watching it lose its leaves, falling to the ground one by one and as soon as it touches the soil, it turns to ashes. Lucas refused to burn it, he refused to trap the evil souls from it because he knows that he will come back, he knows that he will do everything to come back.

Malcolm growled, his shadow looming over the prisoner. Enrique didn't flinch. Instead, his grin widened, revealing teeth stained with silver-burns. "That 'stitch' is a karmic legacy, Alpha. Your father slaughtered my parents—he wiped out my entire family to secure his seat. That is your legacy: sins and blood. On that day, with their dying breaths, I cursed your entire bloodline. And now—"

“Thirty years ago, I was saved by Jacob Stalon. Even as a Lycan, with no love lost for Werewolves, we Lycans never forget our debts. When I heard Jacob Wensiker was killed, his throne usurped, and rumors said none of his descendants survived, I was furious. But with no heir left alive, there wasn’t much I could do to restore the honor of that fallen Alpha.” “For twenty-five years, I believed those cursed rumors. But when I found out Jacob’s last descendant had been hidden away by a servant, and that her fated mate is *you*—well, I won’t lie. It was unsettling, especially since you’re already engaged. But seeing your determination today, I figured I might as well open up a bit more.” “So what

"And a necromancer of priceless ability. Caleb Manser, the sixty third Head of the Manser Family, will forever be looked upon as an Elder of our Quadriad, and a great man. May the Great Ones take care of his soul." Mrs. Manser's quiet sobs filled the space of silence after my father's words. Avery glanced up at me through tear-filled eyes, her hand tightly gripping one of her mother's. I'd do anything to take her pain from her. Even if I had the Talent to bring her father back, he wouldn't be the same. His soul would have moved on when he passed, so if he was brought back, it would only be his physical body and not the loving father she remembered.