Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

This isn’t the beast at all. It’s him. “Baelfire,” I breathe as relief crashes over me like cold water. He’s trembling with rage and shock, covered in a sheen of sweat, and wildly disoriented as he drops to his knees beside me on the cold asphalt. He pulls me tightly to his incredibly warm chest….

Craved her. But no. It doesn’t matter. There’s no godsdamned escape. I begin to resent that aura more by the second as it permeates this space, tainting these abominable dreams and tempting me to let my walls down. Obsession teases the peripheries of my mind, a small reminder of how much I yearned to share…

Selfish incubus! another snarls. “You must have had a reason,” Maven prompts in Crypt’s memory. The prick has the nerve to fucking smile. “Must I have?” Of course, he is so cavalier about ravaging my childhood in one blow. How could I ever have felt sympathy for this sociopathic murderer? Madness seeps deeper into my…

“Maven is out there right now, waiting in Arati’s temple for me to get you out. See this amulet around my neck? It’s her blood keeping me this sane.” He’s still not reacting, so I throw in the revelation that I’m still trying to adjust to. “Our keeper is a demigoddess, Crypt. She’s the daughter…

I don’t translate quickly enough. “What?” “Something on display. A part of you.” On display like?— Oh, gods. My heart sits on Amadeus’s mantle in his chambers within the citadel. Fuck, I forgot I told Crypt about that. If he was trying to track that down… I need a heart, but going to Amadeus’s citadel…

Trust is for fools, my father hisses in my head. Trusting you is what led to my death, Maven agrees. But no. That’s not Maven. My true blood blossom walks in front of me, scanning this area carefully as we get closer to Arati’s high temple. She told me she loved me. That was real….

Yes. Die here saving this scum like the fool you are, my father growls in my head. This one was the death of me, so it is only right that he should bring your end, too. Ignoring the voices and bracing myself for what I might discover, I call blood magic to my fingertips and…

Everett keeps up with me, looking around quickly to make sure no Reformists are in this area of the castle. “It was just a few people who annoyed me.” A few? I stare at the rows of immaculately frozen people, monsters, and ravens gleaming in the cold sunlight. Small piles of powdery snow gathered atop…

I’m buried momentarily in sheer cold, unable to breathe as exhaustion from whatever the fuck I just did with holy magic kicks in. Finally, I work my way partially out of the snow drift to cough and grimace in pain, brushing snow out of my face with my good arm to blink blearily at the…

I kiss her before rolling off, watching with lingering desire as Frost moves on the bed to kiss her next, brushing hair out of her face. “I’ll help you shower,” he offers, voice thick. Our keeper peeks over to where Crane is watching with lust-filled eyes. “Silas will. He’s thirsty,” she adds with a grin….