Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Just like that, the dragon retreats to hide from the pain that it can’t shift to tolerate. I wrench back control and sit up, blinking at the chaos surrounding me. It looks like I was hit in the head by a chunk of Crypt’s bronze enclosure that somehow shattered, but besides that…
Holy fucking fuck.
There are ravens and ghosts everywhere—at least, I’m pretty damn sure they’re ghosts because they hover and fly around, are slightly see-through, and make my hair stand on end. But they’re also able to touch the legacies who are screaming and trying to get away.
Some of the ghosts disappear into the bodies of elite legacies, who immediately fall to the street to writhe in agony with foaming mouths. Other ghosts taunt the people trying to flee, pulling them in strange directions, dancing creepily around them, or lifting them off the ground to drop them from high enough to break their legs.
I realize most of the elite fuckers can’t see where to run because they don’t have eyeballs anymore. Gawking, I watch a big raven attack the face of one of Everett’s other snobby parents, pecking at his eyes as the well-dressed air elemental screams and thrashes, gusts of wind exploding uselessly from his hands.
Royal blue flames are devouring two huge wooden stakes nearby, proof that my dragon got involved. I get to my feet, turning and searching as my heart pounds—until I spot Maven and immediately break into a smile.
Hell, yes. That’s my mate.
Tearing her way through the screaming legacies, my violent, sexy keeper looks every bit the daughter of Death as she reaps souls left and right. She’s a fucking force of nature, with that spine-chilling smile on her beautiful face as ghosts and fluttering ravens surround her.
When a wolf shifter snarls and leaps at her, she gracefully dodges aside before her scythe cuts him clean in half. A magic attack is flung at her from some other panicked elite, but it bounces harmlessly off her when she bats it away with a softly glowing hand. She turns to swing her scythe again, moving like she’s dancing as she and her otherworldly army slaughter everyone who hasn’t managed to escape.
I’m ready to help my dark queen kick ass and take names in this black-and-white city all day, but I notice Silas sitting nearby, soaked with gasoline as he rocks himself, red magic hovering around his fingertips. One of his eyes twitches as blood drips steadily from his nose.
I glance at Maven demolishing our enemies with gleeful fury, then back at this fae, torn.
Finally, I sigh. Damn it. He needs to snap out of this.
I move toward him, lifting my hands to show I’m not a threat, even though my head is starting to split as the dragon inside me writhes.
“Si. Hey, buddy. You in there?”
He startles and scrambles away from me.
“Nach ti’faieth!”
“Gesundheit.” I crouch beside him, grabbing his blackened-finger hands to stop him before he can fling magic at me. “You’ve gotta stop. Your nose is bleeding again.”
Silas blinks at me several times before seeming to focus. A particularly shrill scream sounds nearby, drawing our attention to the chaos.
All the cameras have been destroyed. Several elite legacies are now fighting each other, which is odd until Crypt appears from Limbo, literally skipping as he enjoys the bloodbath. He kicks aside two shredded corpses, grins maniacally over at us, and triumphantly holds up…fingers.
A whole bundle of them.
Then he vanishes into Limbo again. Fucking psychopath.
“That’s…real?” Silas checks, his voice slurring.
“The ghosts and birds and our stone-cold, badass demigoddess? You bet.”
“Do demigoddesses berserk?” he frowns. “Should we be concerned?”
Hell if I know, but it’s weird that he’s the one asking me questions. My annoyingly smart quintet member clearly doesn’t trust his own brain right now, if he thinks I have a clue what’s going on.
My head pangs. I grimace through the dragon pushing for dominance before I clear my throat. “Nah, I’m pretty sure she’s just really fucking mad about…something. Can’t remember. When did we move outside, anyway?”
Silas doesn’t notice my question as he squints at a puddle of blood nearby. “What about them?”
“Them, who?”
“The bloated faces in the blood. Are they real?”
“Nope, that’s all in your creepy-ass brain. Come on.”
I help him stand, trying not to wrinkle my sensitive nose at the overpowering smell of gasoline covering him. His breathing is rapid and he starts muttering fae shit I don’t understand under his breath as we make our way through the aftermath of Maven’s massacre.
Crypt finally steps out of Limbo to rejoin us, looking like he’s having the time of his life as he rearranges his macabre bouquet. “Are we off to find wherever they have Frost next?”
I do a quick scan of our surroundings. Ghosts have slowly been vanishing, ravens are picking at the dead bodies, and the screaming has all but stopped. Maven stands perfectly still in the streets running with the blood of our enemies, her scythe in hand as she seems lost in thought—no, it must be memories. Everett mentioned that she’s slowly remembering her time in Paradise.
But Crypt is right. Our elemental is nowhere to be seen, even though I spot a couple of the elite legacies in his parents’ quintet lying motionless in their designer clothes nearby.
“Guess so,” I grunt.
Just as we approach Maven, Crypt collapses onto the cold street. Silas and I both startle when the incubus gasps in pain, face contorting as all of his markings light up brightly several times in a row, like a warning.
I’ve never seen Crypt so obviously affected by his curse, but Silas and I exchange a look. He must realize what I’m also putting together: the fun little fact that the Nightmare Prince’s curse can’t be broken and is obviously worse than ever. Like all stewards of Limbo, his curse is slowly killing him.
Or maybe not so slowly, judging by the agony he’s clearly in.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“
Shit,
” Silas agrees before flinching away from nothing and swearing in fae. “That not ever as how the leprechaun use is to spirits.
Daingeath, singing head devils.”
Yeah, never mind. He can’t even string a sentence together.
I’m on my own here.
Seeing that Maven is still in her trance, I stoop to talk to Crypt. “Where can we get reverium for you?”
“Up your scaly ass,” he snaps before grimacing again. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you look fine,” I retort.
The pain on his face slowly subsides until he takes a shaky breath, glowering at the stormy sky above as the burning stakes cast a blue glow on this gruesome setting. “Neither of you will breathe a word about this to our girl.”
I scowl, gripping his arm to haul him to his feet. That makes him accidentally drop a finger, which he quickly retrieves like he’s just picking up loose change as I gripe at him.
“Fuck that. Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to keep secrets from her?”
“Shove off, Decimus.”
“No. I’m telling Maven?—“
He straightens to level me with a violet glare as ravens squawk and flutter nearby. “Telling our keeper that while she was stuck in Paradise sacrificing gods-know-what to get back to us, I was doing my damned best to snuff out through my curse requires a tact you’ve never possessed, you fucking lizard.”
It takes a second for that to sink in, and…
I kind of get it.
But I’m also beyond pissed. “If you’re on death’s doorstep, she has the right to know?—“
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