Malivore Legacies の小説・ストーリー

The venomous voiceover continued to lash out: "Do you think being mute makes you special? "The disabled should just stay home and wait to die, why bother delivering food? "You deliberately hit me! You’re cruel and disgusting! How dare you even exist in this world?" ... The comments section was in chaos. Amid the storm of insults and curses, I finally found Pearl’s response. "Look fam, although I pretended to be mute for a little test of humanity, I never expected someone could be this vile! "This time, I didn’t blur out the screen, and I even have her threatening me on our chat logs. I'm so scared."

Because if I had loved her right I would have figured out about what had happened and fixed it before she even got back her memories… I hate myself so much for being so lousy with her health and I just want to run out into the forest and let my beast out to run wide and cause all kinds of destruction till I get back myself but I know that I shouldn’t do stuffs like that anymore because I am sure that she’ll hate me and want to get away from me even more if she knows I went back on my word of never giving control of my body to my beast again.

He helped her stand, and he turned her body facing Helga. “Remember, this is not your fault. This happened because of the system of Axum oppressing the lower caste. I believe you can change the system. You are a shifter that can wield an unfathomable amount of magic.” He paused to let out a deep sigh, and he added. “You like it or not, Mala. You are bound to the fate you didn’t choose… to save the island of Virina and its people.” Malaika shook his head. “No… I am a living curse. I just realized why these marks suddenly appeared. Erevan….that dark elf has cursed me!”

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”

Lucien thundered. “That's your right,” Elliot replied evenly. “But understand this, the judge is likely to reject your claim. You signed the documents willingly.” Lucien staggered back and collapsed onto the floor, burying his face in his hands. “I’ve destroyed myself…” “What about buying the empire back?” Anderson suggested urgently. Elliot let out a small sigh before responding. “The charity organization cannot sell the company back to him. The contract explicitly states that Lucien and any of his relatives are permanently barred from reclaiming ownership.”

"Nothing illegal but ethically questionable." "How questionable?" Lily's voice was tense. I walked her through everything explaining Richard's aggressive tactics and the people he'd hurt. She listened quietly processing each revelation. "So my father destroyed people to build his empire." She said finally. "That's the legacy I inherited." "Partly." I touched her hand. "But you also inherited his later attempts at redemption. The charitable work and ethical business practices." "Does redemption matter if you've already done terrible things?" Lily looked at me seriously. "Can you make up for destroying people's lives?"

“But all you’ve ever known is obsession and decay. Your downfall is written across every realm—a so-called great being ruined by his own desire.” Her eyes never left him. “So tell me, Malachar… is this really about legacy? Or are you just chasing the echoes of a past you destroyed yourself?”

So sign if you will, every shred of strength and will and power she had. Davin pulled out a small vial from within his robes. Dark glass with something that throbbed with malice inside. The wrongness that made my skin crawl, and made my wolf recoil instinctively. “Malachai could be trapped in the Void,” Davin said. “But his spirit is available in small doses around the world. Pollution that can never be completely purified. I have taken years of it from corrupted sites. Concentrating on it. Storing it for just this moment straight when I might need a weapon able to penetrate even Guardian defenses.”

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, Malcolm gave a bitter laugh. “You want to know why I’m going after the children?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper of fury. “Because that’s where it hurts. The father is nothing without his bloodline. It’s not about revenge, Nicholas. It’s about legacy. Destruction.” Nicholas stared at him, blood trickling from his nose. “Please show mercy.” Malcolm straightened, then gave a nod. Two more men came forward. One cracked his knuckles. The other pulled out a set of tools that made Nicholas’s stomach twist.

But it’s one I’m willing to take to destroy the Ashton legacy for good. Malrik’s threat scraped at the back of my mind…his treacherous voice promising to spill the truth if his mate was harmed. He thought it would stop me. He thought he had leverage. He did not scare me. He never had. Nobody has ever…not even the moon goddess in all her might. I scoffed in the dark and tasted the iron of my own contempt. Let him whisper. Let him run to his palace friend. Soon I would serve him the very war he rejected today. I would place it before him on a plate, and he would choke on what he had begun. It would be finished fast. It would be clean.