Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

Aww. You almost never call me that. That’s so fucking cute. I can’t wait to hear you moan it next. Never mind. If he can flirt, he’s fine. Your multifaceted plans to throw off the Entity’s future sight appear to be working, sangfluir, Silas says next. His forces are scrambling. We have the edge right…

I never lost. When I was young, I never let anyone see me cry about what they were turning me into—not even Lillian. Over the course of months and years, I grew to love the combat and crave the adrenaline of a good fight. The buzz of death became a siren call. The blood and…

Maven pulls away to look at him, and it’s obvious they’re having a telepathic exchange without the rest of us. I always dislike being on the outside of a conversation my muse is involved in, but finally, Frost takes a deep, grounding breath and releases her. “Finally,” Decimus mutters, sweeping her into a tight hug…

“This leads down and connects with the citadel’s catacombs,” Maven mutters. “Anytime they find a human who has manifested magic, or any other abnormality among the living that Amadeus wants to study or let his necromancers toy with, they’re chained down here until they’re either turned into a lich or tossed into the arena.” “Delightful….

It was drawn to me even in Paradise, with no way to reach me. A tall shadow appears next to me in this memory, and I glance up to see Syntyche hold out a scythe—Cuttrina. “The memory-yielding scythe you requested. Consider this a reward for being far less annoying than most offspring I have witnessed,”…

“Gross. Get a fucking room.” “I bought out the assets of the Legacy Council after they fled, so I own every room in this castle,” Everett reminds him, making a mark on the map. Douglas grunts unhappily before glancing at me again, his green eyes lighting up briefly as his unique ability must pick up…

Um…are we hearing the same things, Boo? They fucking hate each other’s guts. Demons flirt through insults. It’s a turn-on for them. Baelfire does a double-take at the demons, obviously seeing their past interactions in a new light. I didn’t know that about demons, either, but that does explain why Melchom is not so subtly…

Baelfire scowls. “What do you mean, likely? There’s no fucking way we’re about to risk?—“ Syntyche throws her hood back, and for a fraction of a second, her face is a skeletal mask so disturbing that it makes all of us flinch away in surprise. Her face returns to normal immediately, like that was just…

Implying I was chosen instead of specifically made to kill Amadeus is a nice thought. Lillian moves one of her pieces again, and I frown when I realize she’s a lot closer to checkmate than I thought. “But mostly, I saw a girl who forgot that she deserves to be happy,” she finally murmurs, looking…

So much for not getting sappy. Amato beams, reaching out as if to brush my hair back from my face, but his hand passes through me. “We’ll have so much time together in your afterlife someday, you’ll get sick of me. But for now, I’ll happily share in all your happiest moments from here. All…