Daughter Of No Worlds Book 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sat there, numb and watched the fire slowly burn out. “Daciana,” My mother called softly. “You are the first child born of a Frost demon and a wolf. You are the future.” My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't even know how to feel about my father anymore. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. Everything I knew about my life was a lie. And Milton, I wonder if he's always known my mother. Adam knew her. It explains why she recognised the day we'd returned to save Amelia.

Through the gap in the library door, he watched the unthinkable. ​"You think you can get away with everything?" a sinister voice hissed. "You stole my brother's life, and now I take yours." ​Little Damien watched from the shadows as his parents were executed. ​"Mom..." he had whispered, his voice a tiny thread. His mother, her life fading, turned her head one last time. ​"Charlton..." she gasped, using the name he hated to ground him one last time. ​Damien fell into the blackness of a trauma-induced faint. The intruders, seeing the boy motionless on the floor in a pool of shadow, assumed he was dead and fled the blood-stained mansion. Kate returned from the car to find a house of ghosts.

As I fall into the abyss, caught between two colliding worlds, the last thing I see is Xander's face, twisted in anguish as he reaches for me. Then everything goes dark. In that moment of freefall, suspended between realms, a truth crystallizes within me. I am Lyra Nightshade, daughter of two worlds, prophesied savior or destroyer. And whatever trials await me on the other side of this void, I will face them head-on. Because the fate of everything I love - of both worlds I'm bound to - hangs in the balance. As consciousness fades, one last thought flits through my mind: The real journey is only just beginning.

Killing them instantly. I ran through the forest until I got to the clearing where my father’s mansion was and he was definitely waiting for us. Ethan and his warriors were behind me and the whole mansion was surrounded by warriors. I saw my father standing inside through one of the windows and I crouched down growling. I saw his warriors backing off and even dad looked surprised by Nova. The last time he saw her, she was slightly bigger than him. He obviously wasn’t expecting her to grow any more than that.

Why bound one daughter and not the other? If they were afraid of her power and lineage then it made some sense of how she was treated, why they had abused her. It didn't make it right, but it did sort of connect some of the dots. They must have feared her potential. And based on what I had seen, Luna Kinsley had everything to fear from her sister because Grace was a thousand times better than her. "Grace?" She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, and I fought my wolf not to get lost in them. He was obsessed with her gentle eyes. "I will do everything I can to get to the bottom of this.

The house where I had grown up believing silence was just what our life looked like, where secrets were only the small kind, the kind poor women and their daughters kept because the pack liked to turn private pain into gossip. Now it felt like something else entirely. A hiding place. A station. A room built over a buried truth so large it made my whole childhood look smaller than it had any right to be. The book in my arms felt heavier because I knew what it held now. Not all of it. I had not read every page. I had barely been able to breathe through the pages I did read. But what I knew was enough. Elaine had gone into the Outlands on purpose. My father had a name. Tobias Viremont. Half pha

Their cries echoed as the light swallowed them whole. And in a quiet mansion across town, baby Seraphine slept peacefully in Elias’s arms unaware that the fate of two worlds had just begun to shift. …. Seraphine’s hands trembled as she turned the page. Her throat tightened, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. The words swam in her vision. Her mother… her father… the Thrones… She closed the book slowly, her reflection shimmering faintly on the golden cover. “So that’s what happened…” she whispered.

In the distance, impossible, beautiful and terrifying, a seam split the sky. The Forsaken Gate, I realized with a shock. The barrier between this realm and the world of the living, the threshold that had been sealed when the Cursemaker first dragged me here, was forced open in some moment of desperate strength, by my daughter. My daughter, who should have been recovering from wounds that nearly killed her, who should have been mourning the fall of our ancestral home, who should have been anywhere but here, attempting something that had never been done before. And she was not alone.

The little girl in my arms let out a sharp, suffocating gasp, her dark skin turning a sickly shade of silver-grey as her eyes began to roll back into her head, her tiny chest seizing under the weight of the invisible data-stream. I looked at Dante, his violet-black eyes flickering in the dark, his great head shaking as he tried to force himself back into the line of fire. I looked at the child, her small lips opening to let out that real, wet, human wail that I had promised my father I would protect. And then I felt the Void inside my womb change its shape. *The audit is at its breaking point, and the choice is down to the wire. Tell me to **continue** for Part 2 to see Zora's ultimate move