Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My fangs puncture through a warm neck, immediately finding the carotid artery as the shrieking inside my head increases. I ignore the voices and drink heavily, squeezing my eyes shut and moaning at the flavor.
It’s fucking divine. So much stronger than I remember, though I still can’t pinpoint where I’ve had this delicacy before.
I want more. All of it.
I release this artery and drag my lips to a new place, biting down hard to get more of what I want. Again and again.
There’s a sharp inhale.
“So greedy,” a voice whispers in fae, laughing breathlessly.
How strange. It’s her laugh. But her voice hasn’t laughed in my head in this hell, not even once.
And now she’s…humming a song. A very off-tune fae lullaby. It tugs at a memory, drawing me out of the damnable haze of madness that’s trying to suffocate me as I draw deeply again from this perfect neck.
It’s a lie! the voices in my head shriek defiantly.
The telum is dead! Kill her before she kills you!
All the voices are panicking. But why are they so afraid of this daydream?
I’m too far gone to reason out the answer as I move to bite somewhere else, reveling in the flavor that renders me incapable of thought.
A hand brushes through my curls, and I realize I can make out softly labored breathing beneath me. I would know the rhythm of that breathing anywhere, mad or not.
“Silas. I doubt I’ll revive from expiring anymore, and Everett would never forgive my stupidity if I die like this. That’s enough. Let me go.”
As the fog of insanity inside my brain begins to thin slightly, a sudden realization sets in, hard and fast. I’m drinking blood. Her blood.
I could never imagine a taste this all-consuming and potent, so it must be real. This isn’t another one of my mad daydreams.
Gods above.
I immediately release her and scramble away, licking residual heaven from my lips as I blink through the frantic confusion and see her face in the dim light of the candles.
Maven.
She’s covered in blood and my bite marks.
Somehow, she’s alive.
And I hurt her. Again.
No, no, no, no?—
Kill her! the voices scream.
End your pain! Free yourself once and for all!
“Shut up!” I snap at them, my head reeling.
Dark insanity rises from somewhere deep inside me, trying to drag me away from this moment and back to the oblivion of my broken mind. For the first time in months, I fight it for all I’m worth, ripping at my hair as I stare in shock at my impossibly alive keeper.
“
Thanafluir?”
I whisper.
Maven’s gaze turns to amusement as she cups a hand around her bleeding neck.
“Death blossom?” she translates. “For once, a nickname I don’t mind.”
I didn’t mean to call her that. I can’t speak clearly, much less detangle the mad thoughts feeding off one another inside my head. She’s here in front of me, the taste of her blood igniting every cell within my body, yet…I don’t understand.
She died. Her soul was reaped. I saw it all.
She’s meant to be dead, someone snarls inside my skull.
She is worthless to us. Get rid of her.
The demons in my head have always despised Maven, knowing she would end them along with my curse. That should have been my first clue that she is truly here with me, but I missed it, and now she’s bleeding everywhere. I scramble back until I encounter the stone wall of this enclosure as dangerous hunger continues to hum through my system.
I’m out of control. Treacherous. My keeper shouldn’t be in here alone with me.
Let her be alone with you. You have the power to destroy her now, my father’s voice insists.
End her before she uses the scythe!
My attention drops to the ground beside her and I realize that surely enough, to feed me her blood, she cut her hand with a fucking scythe.
And I’ve seen this scythe before. The tip is clear etherium, the snath decorated in runes. It belongs to the goddess of reaping, who used it to collect souls right before my eyes months ago. Just the memory of Syntyche is enough to have fear curdling my gut, but
Wait.
I look back at Maven, who brought that scythe into this prison and has mysteriously returned. Though living again, she emanates a tantalizing aura of death as she approaches me with determination in her hauntingly beautiful eyes.
Despite the ravaged terrain of my mind, things begin to click together. The overwhelming flavor of sheer power in Maven’s blood that is unlike any other magic I’ve tasted. Her ability to survive things that the other mortal children taken into the
Nether could not. And when my old mentor saw her for the first time?—
I didn’t believe that eccentric wizard when long ago, he told me that he sees the face of Death herself almost nightly as she comes to observe his possible demise during the worst hours of his curse.
The fact that he so easily recognized my keeper can only mean…
Maven must understand what I’m trying to puzzle out, because she quirks an adorably uncomfortable smile.
“Do me a favor and don’t treat me any differently.”
My gods.
I’m face to face with Syntyche’s daughter.
No! What chance have we against a demigoddess? This is too cruel, too cruel!
the voices in my head hiss and swear, livid about this realization as my surroundings spin.
Throughout known history, demigods and demigoddesses have rarely appeared thanks to the nature of the gods and their inability to conceive easily with mortals. My keeper’s origin is miraculous, but I’m far too fractured for this life-changing realization to sink in fully.
“You shouldn’t be alone in here with me,” I rasp, unable to stop my gaze from slipping back to the delicious red color dripping down her throat. “Keep your distance, sangfluir. My mind can’t be trusted with you.”
She ignores me. Of course, she does. My stubborn keeper’s very existence seems formulated to aggravate me, yet I can’t stop the exhale of relief that escapes me when she comes close enough to touch the scarred place on my wrist caused by my shackles.
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