Malivore Legacies Novels & Stories

His mechanical eye pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light, tracking our movements with a terrifying, stuttering precision. ​"He stopped being a boy the moment Malakai laid his hands on you in France, Leona," Julian smirked, a twisted, jagged movement of his ruined mouth. "He is the culmination of twenty years of research. He is the 'God' the Architects promised us. Do you think I care about family dinners and bloodlines? Look at me! They took my humanity and gave me a seat at the table of the gods. I’m doing the same for the Legacy."

It seemed that she had left behind a legacy of darkness that continued to threaten our happiness. As we dug deeper, we uncovered a network of lies and manipulation that stretched back generations. Secrets long buried were unearthed, revealing a tangled web of family intrigue and hidden agendas. We discovered that Isabella's actions were not driven solely by her own ambitions, but by a legacy of power and control that had plagued the Blackwood family for decades.

The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory. He had lost control. Completely. Adrian prided himself on his absolute containment. He was a man who calculated every breath, every move, every transaction. But the moment Luca had looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he hated him, a primal, ugly dark thing had snapped inside Adrian’s chest. The word hate had felt like a physical strike, a refusal of the ownership Adrian had tried so desperately to cement.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

“You’re telling me he—” “Yes,” she snapped, then immediately softened, guilt flashing across her face. “Yes. He raped them. He called it legacy. I call it cruelty.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Sierra braced for disgust, for pity. Anything but— “My mother,” Malick said suddenly, voice tight with old pain, “was taken during the war. She was pregnant when they dragged her into his hands. He forced dragonborne blood into her, into me. She didn’t survive the birth.”

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

Not after everything we’d been through. I forced myself to my feet, my legs unsteady beneath me. Pain surged through my body, but I couldn’t afford to feel it. I needed to do something—anything to stop this nightmare. My eyes scanned the room desperately, landing on the table covered in bottles of strange liquids. Maybe one of them could help. I rushed over, digging through the bottles, but they were all labeled with symbols I didn’t understand. Nothing in this hellish place made sense, and I felt a wave of helplessness rise within me.

“Ceremonial. Symbolic. But painful. The idea was simple—if someone overstepped their rank, or violated a sacred order of conduct, they were given a choice: expulsion, or the Mark. The Mark meant you stayed… but everyone would know what you’d done. It left a visible brand—not just on your skin, but in your blood aura. A flicker in your scent, a shadow in your resonance. Anyone with status could sense it.” He paused, eyes dropping briefly to the ground. “But it wasn’t always so ‘symbolic.’ That’s the lie they told afterward.” I swallowed, throat catching. “What do you mean?” Callum raised his eyes again. His mouth pressed into a thin, pale line. “There was a student,” he said. “Decades ago. Be

It was always meant to be mine. I was no longer just a grieving lady. No, what stood before them today was the woman who held authority. Exhaling slowly, I took one last look in the mirror, and I saw a woman who was honored with power and sharpened by betrayal. Starting today, I will start a new chapter. I will change the laws. I will hold power in my name and not live on someone else’s mercy. For every betrayal, I shall return vengeance threefold. For every wound they inflicted upon my family, I will carve their downfall into history.

“I have your daughter.” The line went dead silent. “I’ll text you the location. Come alone,” I said calmly. “Or the last memory you’ll have of her will be the sound of her screaming.” “You bastard—” I hung up. I stared at the screen for a long moment. My hand trembled slightly, but not from fear. From exhilaration. The kind that simmers just beneath the surface like a beast pacing in its cage. Nikolai. Dante. Even Alessia. They all thought they could escape the gravity of their bloodlines. But I know the truth: legacy is a curse. One passed from father to son, mother to daughter.