Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

It’s late. Past midnight. The “student curfew” at Everbound is eleven o’clock, but not a soul here pays attention to it, not even the instructors. Still, the dim hall I walk is empty as I eye my surroundings, hands still trembling in my pockets. It’s just a shadow, Si, my mother’s voice echoes, but this…

Quite the topic change. “Maven is an atypical caster,” I explain, having read her sparse file of student records earlier. “She manifested magic from a fully human bloodline less than a month ago.” Everett’s pale gaze flickers to me. “You’re saying Maven came from a human family?” “Yes. Why?” He shuffles uncomfortably. “It’s nothing.” “Just…

He blinks rapidly before understanding crosses his features. “You want to make them jealous.” “Yes.” “Because you want them to want you even more.” An unfeminine snort escapes me before I can stop it. I clear my throat and compose myself again. “Sure. Why not?” Professor Frost glances over his shoulder to the table where…

I take a deep breath and try to relax my gloved hands, which I realize clenched up without my notice. There. If this situation were a chess game, I’ve just sent three pawns to stir up trouble with the quintet. That should do some damage. For a moment, I consider how each of my so-called…

He scowls but turns back to Maven’s door, calling through it. “Boo? My dragon is seriously about to break this damn door down to see if you’re here or not. This is your last warning. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Wait. Does he not know whether she’s here? Is our keeper missing? I…

“—and so I made a list of pros and cons for all of my quintet’s emphasis options. I mean, I would love to do something like covert operations or even the holy guard just because it would keep us away from the Divide, but we’d still be decently ranked in those careers—but I know Dirk…

But thank the fucking gods that he didn’t witness my little incident earlier. I need to avoid him witnessing anything like that at all costs. “Answer me, darling.” The bell jingles. I glance over, expecting Silas, but I’m surprised to see Baelfire striding into the Witch’s Brew along with him. The shifter sure caught up…

“At the top is Paradise,” he orates. “Home of the gods. Mortals aren’t admitted there, even after death. Below that is where we are now. Earth, also known as the Mortal Realm. The middle layer, which is easily forgotten much of the time, is Limbo—the plane of existence where only strong incubi can navigate while…

It’s a bluff. Casting the limp dick hex on Luka was already barely inside my magical powerhouse since I’m running low on my ability to cast at the moment. I’ll have to remedy that soon. Bael sits directly beside me and winks. “We’ll get there, Boo.” It doesn’t take long for Silas to come to…

I know from experience that unless I speed along the process, I could be in for hours of agony before the message comes through. So, instead of waiting, I stumble to my closet, pulling out one of my many hidden vials of dark liquid. Uncorking it, I down the disgusting mixture quickly, gagging on the…