Daughter Of No Worlds Book 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"If you don't want to study, drop out. You're already eighteen. Your father and I have no obligation to support you. Earn your own money! Everyone else's daughters can buy houses and cars for their parents and siblings—why can't you?" I slammed into the cold wall behind me. My lips split, the sharp sting spreading in waves. My chest ached too, not the sharp kind of pain, but something heavy, thick, impossible to shake off. I looked up at her. My eyes burned, but no tears fell.

I should’ve just told her. “I’ve had Adelaide trying to track him down since the day I received the letter. I didn’t want you to stress about it when I had no information. We never found anything on him. We don’t know his connection to Ryan or Leon, but we are assuming he is a warlock.” “So some powerful warlock that has erased himself from history is after our daughter?!” “More like he wants to destroy this pack and take our daughter as his prize.” “That’s not any better!”

“No offense, but haven’t we gone over this already? We’re all aware that Carden has been placed in charge of the girl.” “It shouldn’t matter who takes her. She’s the enemy. And I’m perfectly capable of dealing with a conwoman and her monster daughter.” Greggory hisses. He senses the conversation getting away from him. “She summons demons. Sees your worst fear with a single touch. Responsible for handfuls of murders. She should be put down, not paraded around.” His words suck all the air out of the room. He has no idea who he’s talking about. He has no idea that he’s bashing the daughter of a fallen soldier. Enemy or not.

“All of you, step back. Paige, do not move. I think… I think you just activated the second phase of the Dawn Mother’s inheritance.” My heart slams into my ribs. Second phase… She isn’t just changing. She’s evolving, and Goddess help us all… whatever comes next, the world won’t be ready.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

And in each vanishing surface, a different future stood revealed. I saw my daughter at five, playing with wolf pups while reality bent around her laughter. At fifteen, angry and alone, unmaking a city in her grief. At twenty-five, healing wounds between realms with hands that rewrote physics. At fifty, standing over our graves, the last supernatural being in a world she'd had to rebuild. At a thousand, something beyond recognition, crafting new universes from the bones of the old. All futures. None futures. Possibly futures. "What is she?" Kieran whispered, and I realized he'd knelt without meaning to.

Far beyond the palace walls, in the quiet cradle of the Elaris Woods, the old healer rocked a small infant by the fire. The baby’s hair was soft gold, her eyes pale blue—the same as her mother’s. When she cried, the birds outside the cottage stirred and fluttered, as if the forest itself listened. The healer smiled faintly, tracing the locket around the child’s neck. “Sleep, little one,” she murmured. “The world believes you gone, but your time will come. One day, they’ll know your name.” She placed a kiss on the child’s forehead and whispered, “Lyra Reigns. Daughter of light. Child of two worlds.”

Like approval. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls. Not a hunter. Not an enemy. Just a wolf. Calling to the moon. Calling to me. I am Lyra. Daughter of a dead woman. Heir of a forgotten bloodline. Mate of a cursed Alpha. I am not nobody. I never was. And the war has only just begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 20

The knowledge should have reassured her, yet somehow it made her heart ache for her stoic father, forever bound to the ghost of his fated mate. “Perhaps, maybe something can come of it with time, Father. After all, the Luna only recently lost her mate; she would still be raw. I assume that we are to dress like a normal Alpha and his daughter for dinner, then? As to what the twins think of me when I’m at school? After all, everyone just sees me as the weirdly quiet Alpha’s daughter, might as well continue with that until father's wedding, I assume, and based on Royal protocol, that would be six months from now.”