Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

Kenzie covers her mouth, eyes wide as she pieces that day together, but Luka just stares at me. I can’t tell if he’s angry, dubious, or disgusted until he finally speaks again. “In self-defense. Right?” “You knew?” The vampire shakes his head, shoulders slumping as he looks away. “I didn’t know it was you. Levi…

Lillian studies me for a moment before sighing sadly. “Maybe visiting Syntyche’s makeshift temple to mourn would help you rest better at night.” Damn it. Is it that obvious that I haven’t been sleeping again? “There’s no shot in hell of that happening,” I mutter, turning toward the exit that will take me to the…

What a waste of her time. As if a damn prayer is going to save these con artists from me. The last time I prayed was six months ago, when my first and only love died in my arms and took the better version of me with her. All that hell and suffering my keeper…

Everett Frost: From Beloved Supermodel to Reformist Warlord I freeze on the last one, re-reading his name over and over. Before I can get to the actual article, something moves in my peripheral vision. Gripping my scythe, I whirl to see the two ghosts of the Nether vampires. They drift toward me, faces unfeeling as…

It won’t last long. Never does. Somehow, more of the fucking birds always find me. Still, it’s cathartic while it lasts. Douglas isn’t surprised because he’s seen this happen a few times. He just kicks one of the frozen ravens aside and grunts, “I’m ready to get back. Dev is going to be a whiney…

Galene was right. I’m not a revenant anymore, which means I’m a demigoddess with no idea how to use holy magic. Years of torturous training to learn how to use death-fueled magic, wasted. “You’re all sadists,” I mutter at the gods. Ironically, that makes me being related to them make some sense. Bending, I yank…

Her voice fades before I suddenly remember free-falling—plummeting from the heavens, careening out of control as agony pumped through my veins just before I blacked out. I jolt back to myself, bracing against the broken altar as I try to catch my breath, my pulse pounding in my veins. No matter how hard I struggle…

Tall, dressed in swirling shadows, with dark hair and pitch-black eyes. Skin so pale, she could be a fresh corpse. A massive, wicked-looking scythe rests on one of the goddess’s shoulders as she stares back at me without a change in her expression?— Until her lips curl up slowly in a chilling smile. Something about…

I don’t care. The only thing I can manage to still care about as insanity encroaches is Maven’s lifeless body, frosting over in Everett’s arms. The surreality of her being gone still hasn’t registered fully, but I know one thing. If nothing is done, she will decompose. Return to dust, as all living things do….

His lips curl up maniacally. “Done. I’ll be back soon, darling.” He vanishes. I glance around again to ensure we aren’t about to be killed before I focus on patching Everett before he bleeds out. Revenant magic destroys, and necromancy can’t heal the living, so I’m left with my weak grasp of common magic abilities…