Malivore Legacies の小説・ストーリー

A pervasive apathy envelops me; the walls, the furniture—everything feels cold, but my heart, is colder still. "You shouldn't have done it," I hear Oliver, my wolf say, I know exactly what he means. He suffered just as much, if not more. "It doesn't matter now," I hissed at him. It's been six long years since I rejected my potential mate. It was for the good of the pack. I couldn't let a legacy die because of my mistake. There were nights I wanted to change my mind and nights I wanted to find her but I had made a decision that I’m sure was for the best.

I watched intently as he puffed out the smoke into the air "......You may not know this but your uncle has been involved in some shady business of late" " I suspected that with his involvement with Gustavo but he hides it well. I will not sit back and let him ruin my father's legacy with his greed" he smiled making him to look more dangerous yet handsome "I like a woman who is determined. His involvement has hindered further corporations between the two company, projects that will yield large profit and technological support had to be stopped. I won't watch my company get affiliated with nothing but the best. But....... I believe Rich Corp still has a lot to offer." He stopped for a while an

Another council member yet again states bitterly. “I had no fault in who I was mated with.” The young mother again cries. “The female child possessing the power of the fire element can never be accepted. Even with years of practice, she will never be able to control that much power, she'll die one way or the other, there's nothing you nor I can do about it.” The first elder tries again softly. “I cannot abandon my three year old child to the pain of death, not while I'm alive.” The young mother tells them angrily standing to walk away.

Malia shook her head dejected "Yes, but it isn't only because of that boy, errmm Dave, David or whatever you call him," "Then, because of what," Malia said feeling nervous and pale every single second "I told her your dad, Morgan killed her mum, Lily," He said smiling "What, my dad can't even kill a cockroach," Malia shook her head negatively "Yes, Morgan is a coward, he can't do it," He nodded admitting it, and paused," By the real truth that Ivy is mistaking is...,"

“What else is left to be done, Ranaji? Are you still blind? Did you understand that your daughter does not call you papa? Have you seen how cold she is? She doesn’t bother to tell you about her mother’s entire situation?” Rana could not utter a single word. It was true. This was the first time in his life, his wife talked back to him. His son stood up against him. His illegitimate or legitimate daughter gave a damn about him. What was happening around he did not understand. He was broken inside for Minerva because he loved her a lot. Along with that, there were other stories too which he never told anyone. But when everything seemed correct, suddenly a wind of mischief took over. His own blo

Diana slowly asked, losing her voice and strength. “You think I don’t know how undisciplined and useless you are? Do you think we’d believe a lie like that? Seducing your coworker and going ahead to attempt murder, you’re lucky you are not in jail. What would people say about us?” Gloria complained, not caring about the damage she is doing to her daughter. This always gets Diana shattered. Is her mother believing a stranger to her daughter? Do they think that she could do something like that? Why is she still not completely used to this by now? They don’t care about her. Why should her mother’s words continue to haunt her?

Isolde explains. I look at the sleeping child and can't help but pity her. Being an orphan doesn't give a bunch of witches the right to use you for their machinations. I still think it's very wrong and as they smile at me, I'm glowering at them. I want to get this done with. "You are strong now." Isolde comes closer and places a hand on my shoulder. "But not strongest, Marelyn." Coral continues. "Legacies are powerful, and I'm afraid it is not enough. I don't think time is on our side, though."

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

"You’re a 'Legacy Skin' with no heart." "Heart is a 'Narrative Liability'," the Avatar-Silas replied. He raised the "Original Silver Dagger," and the air in the courtyard began to turn into "White Glass." "We are initiating the 'First Transaction'. The Sovereign’s soul for the Genesis’s obedience. The North will be 'Reset' to the night of the eighteenth birthday. And this time, there will be no forest." Lyra lunged for the Avatar, her shadow-wings a violent canopy of violet starlight. "I won't go back to that night! I won't be the 'Scentless Girl' again!"

“Its all rigged. It’s a continuation of my father’s isn’t it? Just the same way my father’s was a continuation of his own father’s life. The only difference is that my father fell in love with a human girl. He tried to have a happy ending with her but he couldn’t. Why? Because his life is a continuation of his father’s. He has to live up to the legacy that his father left behind.” “Who cares about dumb legacies?” Calisté said and stood up holding Jimin by the chin. “I do not give two fucks about legacies. I did not have a father or mother to leave any legacy for me. They were paupers and so they allowed me to do whatever the fuck I wanted. You can do whatever you want too.”