Novel & Cerita Spider-man: Rise Of A Legacy

"The legends... they undersold you." Fragments of his childhood lessons flashed through our newly deepened bond, images of an ancient scroll depicting the rarest of wolves: an omega who could command alphas, a peacemaker who could paralyze armies with a single cry. The last recorded sighting had been at the Battle of Broken Stars, when one such wolf ended a centurylong war by freezing ten thousand midcharge. Lyra's spine arched unnaturally. Her bones cracked like falling timber as she grew taller, thinner, her fingers elongating into obsidian claws. When she spoke, her voice layered with Genevieve's familiar venom:

The power was intoxicating, and for the first time, I truly understood the depth of what it meant to be a part of this legacy. Cassius roared within me, eager to take control, to declare our strength and dominance. I clenched my fists, forcing him down. “Not yet,” I reminded him. “We’re not ready to reveal ourselves.” But it was a struggle. The raw power coursing through me was intoxicating, almost overwhelming. I could feel Cole grappling with his own Lycan, the tension visible in the set of his shoulders. The pack howled in unison, their voices echoing through the hall. We were Alphas now, officially. And as much as I wanted to bask in the moment, I knew this was just the beginning.

Sylvia Did I just get teleported? But how? I never knew this kind of magic exists. Whoever did that, I am grateful because I don’t know what Tristan would have done if he had actually caught up with me. Thank you, Moon goddess for helping me. Whoever made that portal for me, I thank that person. I pick myself off the ground slowly, s**t, I notice that I have sprained my leg badly. ‘Give me access I know you can’t.’ Sky says and takes over without waiting for an answer, she directs my hands unwillingly to my ankle, twists it, and brings my bones back in position.

"Men like that... they don't die from a fall. They just wait for the dust to settle." ​A woman with silver-streaked hair and a steady hand stepped forward, Dr. Aris, the Gutter’s only unlicensed surgeon. She didn't waste time with pleasantries. She ripped open Leo’s coat, revealing the blackened, spider-web veins crawling across his chest. The Legacy Drive, still tucked in his inner pocket, was pulsing with a faint, rhythmic green light.