Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

“How much time do you have?” “This is a non-smoking room. And if you’re going to be naked, at least take a damn shower.” Crypt ignores me, exhaling a long breath of smoke as he swings one arm in a circle like he’s testing where it connects to his body. When I look at Silas…

She exhales slowly, uncomfortable. “I’d hate it. I didn’t mean to upset you by leaving. It’s just…you four needed time to recover, and I don’t have any time to spare.” “Then we don’t have time to spare,” Silas corrects gently. “There is not us four and you. As I told you before, ima sangfluir, tha…

He hurries back to the inner circle of the Sanctuary as I turn to face the invisible door. “Okay, let’s do this.” With a collective breath to brace ourselves, we watch Silas magically unlock the outer ring. The moment we all step out of the temperate green sub-realm and into the bitter cold, chaos unleashes….

Dark shadows slither across the snow, flinging fresh corpses to the side. Some tendrils wrap around bounty hunters who shout in alarm just before they go pale and drop like flies, paralyzed with horror, their eyes stuck open wide. Douglas inhales sharply when one of his nearby friends is abruptly beheaded by a blade of…

“Shh.” Talking isn’t good for him right now. I wipe at the stupid fucking moisture uselessly escaping my face and carefully move his arm and leg closer to his body. “Hurts, love,” he whispers, face contorting in such agony that my chest aches. “Wantto numbit but…I’d feelless ofyou…if I makeit stop…” His words blend together…

“Hello! I’m so sorry, but do either of you guys speak English?” The legacies are still blinking in surprise by the time I arrive at the little gate in front of Del Mar’s hideout. I get near enough that I could slip through the front bars if they were wider apart. “What the hell are…

Searching the entire house takes twenty minutes. During that time, five more security team members either return or show up for their shift, only to join the heady buzz coursing through my system—which is convenient since it takes a hell of a lot of destructive magic to break into the enchanted safe Del Mar had…

Her voice is hoarse. “What just happened?” “We lost your dream to that bastard again.” She’s disoriented as she gently disengages from Crane. He’s out cold, sleeping extremely soundly as he has ever since his curse was broken. I suppose he must catch up for all the sleep he lost as a paranoid madman, though…

“Open wider for me,” I whisper raggedly before she sinks lower on my cock. When she hums in acknowledgment, I swear and bite my free knuckle for something else to focus on besides the consuming pleasure of her deliciously warm mouth sucking my cock so perfectly. Maven sinks further, taking almost all of me as…

There it is—the triangle of my House upon her lovely skin. It nearly lines up with the Elemental square, with the Arcana line straight through the middle on top of her scar. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. “We’re bound,” I rasp, relief washing over me. Maven glances down and breaks into a smile, tracing her new…