Novel & Cerita Daughter Of Darkness Book

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Her long dark curls bounced against her shoulders, and under the bright sunlight, the small white strands of hair along her left temple shined like pure silver threads. Seeing my daughter walk so beautifully as the flower girl made tears of intense happiness spill rapidly over my cheeks. I couldn't help but shed tears as I watched her. Just six months ago, my heart had been consumed by terrifying nightmares of an evil woman putting a blade to her small throat. But now, looking at my sweet girl, I knew she was safe. She possessed sacred Darkfire powers just like me, growing stronger every single day, and she had a fiercely loving, powerful father sitting right beside me to protect her from an

Lyra screamed. No! She rushed toward the place where her daughter had stood. Nothing. The child was gone. The darkness laughed. One down. Lyra's eyes filled with rage. Bring her back. No. Bring her back! The darkness whispered: You want your daughter? Lyra raised her sword. Yes. Then come inside. The darkness opened a giant mouth beneath the golden ground. Lyra stared into it. And inside the darkness... she saw her daughter. Alive. But standing beside someone else.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I say, heartbroken by the thought that the circumstances of her birth were in any way her fault. She grimaced. Clearly bearing the weight of it all even now. “My people believed that a child that is born at the expense of their mother’s life is inhabited by a dark spirit. That darkness is what murdered the mother during birth. That darkness needs to be returned to the spirit realm. A spirit child never meant to walk the terrestrial plane.” “It’s all fine and dandy to think something, it is a whole other thing to kill someone over it.” I retort.

And now that you've come to my kingdom I won't let you go until I kill you. Dark couldn't believe his eyes, he was expecting to see a little girl who would crawl to her feet at the very sight of him and not the most beautiful creature he had set his eyes on. His gaze swept slowly at her body, taking in her features that could drive a sane man and met her glaring eyes. He gave her a sinister smile. She was the daughter of the man who had betrayed his own friend and had made his mother commit suicide afterwards. If he wasn't the son of the five Princes of Hell and had not torn off his mother's stomach and crawled out of it, he would have been long dead.

For a moment, the whole yard seemed to vanish; it was only me and the thing before me. “Daughter,” it rasped, each syllable clawing at my ears. “Daughter of light… and shadow. She calls you.” “No,” I whispered, stepping forward despite Darius’s grip. The air reeked of rot, yet I forced myself closer. “She doesn’t own me.” The Forsaken’s chest rattled with what might have been laughter—or simply air tearing through ruined lungs. “She will.” The final word hung in the air like a curse. Then, before anyone could react, the thing convulsed and collapsed, falling into the mud with a sound too heavy for something so hollow.

And atop it, on a chair of carved thorns, sat the woman herself. La Madre Nera. She didn’t rise. She didn’t need to. Her presence swallowed everything. Long black hair braided with pearls. Skin like porcelain cracked by time. Black velvet robes embroidered with Latin scripture. Her eyes were blind—but glowed with something more than sight. Amara had imagined a monster. A demon. Instead, she found a woman who looked like she could have once been holy. “La figlia della luce…” La Madre Nera’s voice rasped, echoing through the chamber. “The daughter of light returns to the dark.”

“This isn’t about that! You’re going to destroy the future of this city, and I will not let you do that!” “A king will never do that to his own city, Zephaniah. Don’t go ahead of yourself.” “You are no king to me! You’re but a fake who’s coated with lies. Tonight, you no longer had the authority—” “I’m afraid I’m not following what you’re saying.” “Then I will show you!” With just one snap, their position changed. Dark’s brows were furrowed as he stared wide-eyed at his daughter. The black, shadow-made crown he was wearing hovered in the air and was snatched by an unseen force.

The final confession lay bare on the page, each word seething with malice and control. “A child of light—pure, untapped, radiant. A perfect counterbalance to the darkness that should never have been. The Rogue King’s son was stolen, raised in the shadows, never knowing what he was or why he existed. If the child of darkness ever awakened, the light would be there to keep him chained. If not… then the light itself would be destroyed.” Xavier’s heart pounded, his chest tight with the weight of his father’s manipulations. "My father didn’t love her. He never loved her. And everything… everything has been because of me. I am the reason for everything. The reason Henry was stolen. The reason my f