Daughter Of No Worlds Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt. “You don’t know what that means either. Did your parents bother to tell you anything at all before those morons killed each other?” He groaned and disappeared from my side. “What? No, my parents didn’t kill each other. Have you lost your mind?” I argued. The creature hissed and then started laughing. “Clearly not the brightest I have met. Listen, all those lies everyone told you over the years - forget it all. The only people who haven’t lied to you ironically are your mates. Everyone else lied. Your parents weren’t killed, they didn’t get into some massive car crash or accident. None of those things are real. It was a su

"You're late." Lucia Abbott stood at the edge of the cliff, her silver hair glowing under the moonlight. "You wanted to see me?" I asked. "Do you know about the witch's prophecy?" she said. "What prophecy?" She stepped closer to the cliff, her heels nearly hanging over open air. "The prophecy from the Northlands witch. She said..." She paused, eyes locking onto mine. "She said the true bloodline is about to awaken. The exiled daughter will take everything back. Dad's love, the pack's authority, and... Caleb."

“They will come.” “Yes.” And when they did, it would not be with fifteen. It would be with fire. But she stood there — breathing in the magic of the realm that had nearly devoured itself — and she did not break. My daughter. Bridge. Keystone. And perhaps the only hope either world had left.

"Charlotte, I promise I'll take good care of Mom. You take care of yourself over there too, okay?" Mom gave my photo a little forehead tap. "You just had to stay so far away. Wait till you see your dad—he's definitely got something to say about this." Her eyes turned red. "Charlotte... can Mommy cry just one last time?" Then, on the morning of April 3, 2025, the doorbell rang. A delivery arrived—a neatly wrapped massager and a pink card. Mom opened it. Inside, it said: [Mom, hehe, I'm actually not dead. I just traveled to another world. I'm living happily here. So you have to live happily too, okay?]

They're just standing guard, waiting for something. Inside, I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced with images. Visions. I saw Magnus in his throne room, pacing like a wolf caged. And Lilith whispering to shadows. Then Kael was standing on a cliff not far from where the figure had stood, holding something glowing in his palm. And I saw fire. A city burning. My daughter stood in the middle of it, grown and crowned, her silver eyes filled with sorrow and wrath. Then her voice echoed inside me—not out loud, but inside my soul.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

I laughed softly. "Dear, the boy's mother is Rebekah, Lucifer's daughter and his father is the son of the flesh-eating fairy from earlier. I'm not certain if any of this is wise," I said sternly and he said, "no issue at all. In fact I'm curious." I rolled my eyes and told him fine and our daughter pulled out a cell phone from her back pocket and was already calling her male friend. Noah leaned near me and laughed,"brings back memories, doesn't it?" I side-eyed him and said,"yes…think about it numb nuts. He's possibly her mate." His eyes grew large and he looked over at the quiet Sagon. "But I thought…," he mumbled softly and I told him l had thought that as well but sometimes it changes. He