Romans & histoires Bloodborne Daughter Of The Cosmos

So, whenever an opportunity presents itself for me to break free, I seize it without hesitation. Fortunately, being the daughter of my father, the Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack, has its advantages. My name is Serena Kopper, and I firmly believe that my father would never allow me to end up in prison, as he adores me dearly, despite my stubborn nature. For the majority of my life, I could only catch glimpses of what they called the sun when I managed to escape to our mansion for a brief respite. There was a particular spot on our property where I loved to bask in the warm rays of sunlight.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

Luna Amelia responds, “I’m sorry to disappoint, Alpha Black, but there is nothing like that that I can do. I wasn’t gifted like Penelope. No one was.” He purses his lips and says, “That’s a shame.” He leans back in his chair and my eyes flicker between everyone. This whole thing is so odd, my dad doesn’t care about my curse. He doesn’t care that much about me. I don’t like that he’s using me as a pawn, but then again, what else should I expect from him? His eyes flicker to me and for a moment I think he starts to smile before he asks, “I heard she has a daughter, any chance you know anything about her?”

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

"This is where she died." Seraphina felt cold crawl up her spine. "She?" "Eris," Kael said quietly. "A witch who thought she could use her bond with a demon to rewrite fate. Instead, she tore three realms apart." Seraphina hugged her arms around herself. "And you think I'm like her?" He didn't answer right away. "Your magic is the same type. The Bloodbound aren't born they're awakened. Something triggered yours." Her mind raced. "I was normal before this month. Maybe cursed, but not like this."

Because the daughter had changed everything. I looked again at the report describing the mark beneath the baby's shoulder. “You carry what your mother carried,” I whispered, imagining the tiny child sleeping peacefully while everyone around her struggled to understand what she represented. “But unlike your mother, you were born at the exact moment the old blood was ready.” The ancient chamber had remained hidden for generations, waiting for the correct blood to activate it. Elena had unknowingly opened the first door, and her daughter had already awakened something deeper. “Your birth wasn't the beginning,” I said softly, staring into the darkness. “It was the signal.” I could almost feel th

In a daze, I make my way to a quiet corner of the campus, beneath the skeletal branches of what used to be an oak tree before acid rain killed most of the vegetation in the district. With trembling fingers, I open the book. It's a journal, the pages filled with my mother's neat, precise handwriting. I flip to the entry Professor Winters mentioned—the day I was born. May 15, 2214 She's perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes, and already showing signs. J is worried it's too soon, that we won't be able to hide it, but I've seen how the others do it. We can keep her safe. We must. The humans would never understand, not yet. Their fear runs too deep, their prejudice too ingrained. But she will be differe

ALPHA MICHAEL I stared intently at my mate, utterly bewildered by how a mother could perpetrate such an atrocity against her own daughter. The figure before me was marked by dark veins snaking across her face, clad in a skeletal jumpsuit that clung to her frail frame. Opposite her stood the underground devil. How could Ruth have sold her soul to such a being? Was power truly worth sacrificing her own child? Let’s not dwell on Ruth; her pallor was so striking that even the blind would notice the black veins marring her complexion.

The Hollow’s Womb. It had awakened. --- In a hidden chamber beneath the bones of the first Chosen, Catherine stood alone before the artifact: a sphere of twisted metal and soulglass that pulsed with screaming light. She extended her hand, fingers trembling. “My daughter’s blood opened you once,” she whispered. “Let mine command you now.” A flash of memory struck her—Isabella as an infant, swaddled in mooncloth, her eyes luminous with power even then. Catherine’s heart clenched.