Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Maven.” Everett gets my attention by gently tipping my chin to meet his pale blue gaze.
I realize Silas has already rushed to join the fight. Crypt is beside us, his markings glowing.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to focus. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter what Amadeus does or doesn’t know. If we push back these forces, I can still refortify the Divide and keep the humans and the rest of the mortal world safe from his grasp.
Determination blazes through me as I take in the battle quickly evolving before our eyes. The Reformists are fighting fiercely, as are the bounty hunters. The field is filled with flashes of magic and fighting shifters. Elementals cut down fiends with their elements, and all types of siphons take down opponents. Meanwhile, Baelfire is burning another line through the field as a buffer against the onslaught of shadow fiends.
But when I see two glowing skeletons dressed in ceremonial attire step through the waypoint in the distance, I swear.
Liches.
The only one of Amadeus’s Undead that can wield magic after death—and they’re fucking powerful.
Withdrawing daggers from their hiding places, I roll my shoulders before racing into the battle with Crypt and Everett on either side of me. Already, I can sense the irresistible weight of death in the air as my blood begins to rush with readiness for the delicious chaos of a frenzied battle.
I race to leap up onto a ghoul, slicing Pierce through his neck. As he falls, I roll and take down a banshee, then several Undead in quick succession. Twirling Pierce in my hand, a grin stretches over my face.
This is a fight I can handle. I was made for brutality like this.
I am nothing but deadly calm.
No—I’m more than that. Much more.
And as soon as this is over, the Divide is restabilized, and the dust begins to settle, my mission will be over. Then, finally, I’ll be able to focus on my newlybound quintet and give them every part of myself until I fade away.
We just have to survive this first.
MAVEN
Gods, I love combat.
Ice explodes to my left, freezing a section of shadow fiends solid. Crypt swings his enchanted sword, beheading a monstrous vampire before he drives it through the stomach of another lumbering ghoul. A bright flash of Silas’s unmistakable blood magic catches my eye in the distance. I hear Baelfire’s dragon roar just before the great beast leaps into the sky, its majestic wings sending powerful gusts of air down onto the battlefield.
Fighting alongside my quintet is glorious.
Baelfire laughs through the bond, the sound like cheer itself.
You’re so fucking unhinged and cute, hellion. I love it.
Enough with the
L-
word. And I’m not cute, I correct, slicing through several more Undead.
Sexy as sin itself? Crypt suggests through the bond.
Temptation personified, Silas tacks on.
Everett’s internal voice is exasperated.
You horny idiots are going to get yourselves killed. We’re all right as long as we agree that Maven is attractive to a ludicrously unholy degree. Now get your heads out of your asses and focus.
Lightning crackles through the sky high above as the storm that has been threatening finally breaks above the raging fight.
Amadeus can’t keep sending forces forever, I tell them through the bond as I use dark magic to incapacitate a wendigo before beheading it.
If we drive them back into the Divide, I can get to the nearest temple and start refortifying the
?
—
I cut off when a blast of spine-tingling magic sends me flying backward. I crash into a pile of dismembered Undead, smacking my head on something as my ears ring. Blinking and rolling to my side, I realize that attack came from one of the liches. He’s spotted me and is crossing through the battle, his glowing red eyes like miniature fires inside that fleshless skull.
Crypt and Everett are at my side immediately. Crypt helps me stand. He stares down the approaching lich while Everett checks my head for damage. This time, when the lich sends a blast of its magic toward us, I lift my hands to rip through it with my own magic.
I barely register the chilling hiss of a nearby basilisk before the shadowy serpent sinks its fangs into Crypt’s leg. He swears and turns to slice at it with his sword, but a rotting Undead barrels into him, knocking him to the ground. His scuffle distracts me for a fraction of a second?—
And when the lich hurls a cutting spell toward me with blinding speed, Everett leaps in front of me.
He cries out, collapsing. I swear, dropping to the ground to dodge another attack spell as I turn Everett toward me.
Shit. His face is covered in blood.
He was hit hard.
Cutting spells are simple. They function just like blades, and now my ice elemental looks like someone cut a long gash from one of his hips, diagonally through his chest, and up over half of his face, passing over his eye all the way up to his left temple.
Blood drips freely from the long wound as he hisses in pain, squinting the eye that the slash crosses over.
Everett’s eye isn’t gone, thank the fucking universe—but the rest of the cut is deep. He’s losing blood quickly. When he tries to move, he chokes on the pain.
Seeing my beautiful match in agony floods me with rage. Looking up, I deflect another attack spell just in time, dipping into the life forces rushing inside my veins. I grit my teeth and fire off several brutal attack spells toward the lich to ward it away and buy time.
Everett sputters, struggling like he’s trying to get up and help before abruptly blacking out. Blood stains his white hair, matting it as his breathing turns labored.
“Everett?” I whisper, voice trembling.
Shaking with anger, I check the fray around us to see if any threats have noticed that we’re vulnerable. I need to use what magic I can and bandage him here before he bleeds out.
Then I’ll need to get him out of the battle so Silas can heal him later, far better than I can.
But I can barely think through the anger crowding my brain. I loathe that my elemental is bleeding in my arms, motionless.
Stupid fucking lich.
Blood blossom? Silas checks in fae inside my head.
Everett will need healing soon, I send back, rage making my voice shake even telepathically.
Crypt appears, making me realize he slipped into Limbo to handle his previous scuffle. His silver-flecked violet gaze drops to Everett and the long gash across his torso and face.
My incubus’s markings light up as he meets my eye. He must see the pure fury there because he glances up at the lich, who is back on his feet and heading toward us again as if killing me is his one and only mission.
It very well might be.
“Tell me what you need,” Crypt murmurs.
My hands shake as I try to wipe blood out of Everett’s eyes. His breathing is growing even weaker.
“Bring me his head,” I grit, looking back at my Nightmare Prince.
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