Novelas y relatos de Malivore Legacies

I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, drumming in tune with my heavy breaths as I panted like some tired animal, letting out a pained mewl as soon as my lower stomach started to hurt again. "She's not even your real soulmate, is she? You only want her now because she inherited the gene," I could hear David blabbering in the background with an angry voice, my tired and hazy gaze raising to watch him pace around before stopping to look down at us, dragging a hand over his face. "How could I be so stupid to believe your lies?" "And to think that I actually believed that you could change," "You will never change! You will always be this cold, heartless bastard that only does things

“I will not be shackled. Not to a mate. And certainly not to a whimpering omega who will break before the first winter.” Malrik’s mouth curled into something between a smile and a sneer. “This is not about shackles, Alpha Aric. This is about legacy.” I stilled, my hand tightening around the edge of the stone table until cracks spread beneath my grip. Legacy. That word had haunted me since the day I first claimed the northern throne bathed in blood and fire. The north demanded strength, not sentiment. My people respected me because I gave them survival, not because I entertained the foolish notions of bonds and Luna crowns.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

Instead, it radiates menace, as though every step spills poison into the ground. “Alpha Jack…” Malik’s voice drips with mockery, stretched thin and hollow, warped by Veydris itself. “The little pup who thought himself a wolf. You broke my legs, yes…” His cracked lips split into a ghastly grin. “But you didn’t finish the job. That was your father’s mistake, too. And look how he ended.” Jack’s muscles ripple with restrained violence. A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he takes a step forward. “You’re not even a wolf anymore. Just a parasite. A disgrace to our bloodline.”

" The name burned in my mind like poison spreading through my veins. Malachai. My father. He'd warned me, hadn't he? He'd said I'd regret leaving. That I'd lose everything. That my obsession with her would cost me the kingdom. The bastard had orchestrated it perfectly, waiting for the exact moment when I'd be torn between two impossible choices. Waiting to prove he'd always been stronger. The bond between Sylvara and me pulsed suddenly, violently. It hit me like a blade to the chest. Not just fear this time. Something far more complex. Desperation mixed with courage. A fight unlike anything I'd felt before. She was fighting something. Something that wasn't mortal guards or vampire soldiers.

Her eyes, twin fires of hunger and hatred, pierced directly into the veil between worlds as if she already saw them Emereah with burning heart, Vladimir with haunted strength, and that child… Lunareth. Morgane's lip twisted in a sneer. "That child carries my legacy whether you prefer it or not. She is mine. Her power was never yours to hold. I will inscribe my name across her soul." She lifted both hands. Lightning surged across the spirit plane, shadow and fire meeting. "Gather the Forgotten. Awaken the Vilebloods. Let every blasted beast that sleeps recall their queen." And then, in a voice that boomed across the worlds:

Mavric replied in a low, threatening voice, "then I will gladly burn with her.” “But for you... your hell has only just begun." On the drive back to Thorne Manor, the silence inside the car was heavy. Liora rested her head on Mavric’s shoulder, letting his fingers play with her hair. Though her revenge had been fulfilled, there was an empty void left by the truth about her father. "It’s over, Liora," Mavric whispered. "Tomorrow, I’ll transfer all remaining White Group assets to your mother’s foundation account.”

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

“I would like to live with my child and raise my child to be just as great as Tyrell was before we were clouded by false beliefs. Tyrell was not a bad man. Everything he did, he did it to protect everyone here today. And I would like to continue that legacy by advising that the next alpha that gets elected by the pack should not try to get any form of revenge against Zara and Darius.” “You’ll only cause more pain for yourself and the people around you. Trust me, you don’t want to sacrifice your pack members over something you’re emotional about. Once again, I’m very sorry to everyone who was affected by this.” As she stepped back, everyone started to voice their disappointment and anger at h