Daughter Of No Worlds Book 2 の小説・ストーリー

I said again, “that you can return a soul to the living?” His mouth curved. Not a smile. Something sadder. “Not important. The price is, though.” “Name it.” “Your daughter.” The word landed in the silent room like a stone dropped into still water. “One day,” Noxx said, his voice dropping into something low, reverent, intimate, “you will have a daughter. She will carry the bloodline of the Asena wolves through you and the power of the lycan kings through her father. She will be extraordinary. Born of two lines carrying the blood of a guardian wolf and lycan king and the breath of the underworld in her veins.”

"What are you talking about? I don't have a child." The Mother's smile widened. "Not yet. But you will. And they've already seen her." I looked at Orion and Thalia, who both dodged my eyes. "Is she telling the truth?" I demanded. Thalia finally met my gaze, her ancient eyes full of sadness. "The Prophet sees many possible futures, Amara. In one of them, you have a daughter." "A daughter who will destroy this world," the Mother added. "Unless I stop her." I felt like the ground was falling away beneath my feet. "You're lying."

The edges of the world began to dissolve. Between Worlds The ritual washed over her like a tide—first cool, then burning. The smell of sage vanished. The sound of the river outside faded. Even the weight of her own body fell away. In the dark, a voice came—deep, wild, undeniably female. Daughter of flame, why have you come? Shapes emerged from the shadows: wolves made of fire and light, their eyes molten gold. They circled her, shifting between forms—her mother’s face, her grandmother’s, and others she knew only from dreams. Each carried fragments of her soul: fear, longing, courage, love.

My pups’ cries followed, high and thin, pulling me harder. I looked at my mother. Her eyes glistened, but her smile did not fade. “Go, little flame. Your fire still burns. And they are waiting for you.” Isa stepped back, head high. We go together. The light around me shifted. My mother’s hands slipped from mine, though her warmth lingered. “I’ll see you again,” I whispered. She nodded. “But not yet.” And then the light broke apart. Darkness pulled me down, heavy and fast. Pain pricked at the edge of my body again. Voices grew louder. The world of the living called me back.I fell into it, clutching the sound of Ryker’s cry and the faint echo of my mother’s last smile.

_ I picked her up, cradling her against me, and felt the power still thrumming under her skin like a second heartbeat. She was 2 weeks old. And she’d just thrown a Magister across a room without touching him. Thorne forced himself to his knees, bowing despite the blood. “The blade wakes,” he whispered. “The Prophecy is true. The Moon’s daughter will remake or rend the world.” Darius stepped in front of me, Lycan fangs bared. “She’s not your weapon, Magister. She’s our daughter. And you just tried to take her.”

The End * A/N: Hey guys, thank you for reading the bonus chapter! Before you leave, I wanted to share a sneak peek of my next book of this series: The Unwanted Bride. It is about their daughter Serena Wolf! If you like this story, be sure to check that one out as well. Here are the blurb and Prologue. Thank you for reading! Xoxox Blurb: Noah Smith is trapped! Trapped by the she-devil who happens to be the daughter of THE Alexander Wolf, a notorious Mafia Boss.

They are a match made in heaven and hell and god help anyone who dares to get in between. Note : check my second book and sequal "Yours" :)

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

"Since when did you ask for help from a murderer?" "Look Rick,believe me,I'm not Ariana. I'm not from this world" "You from Mars?",I asked getting fed up of her stupidity. "No,it's a parallel world Rick,Zino city and Zino village. At first it was confusing, but now I know,I'm very sure of that.In my world you're my boyfriend, you have tattoos on your left arm and a scar under it but here it's totally different". I couldn't understand what she was rambling about.

“I am here to great my father. You know how filial I am, don’t you, Michael the ever loyal?” “Hi, daddy.” A pair of glowing emerald sheen met another set of glowing green eyes. Though the contact did not last even a minute, the grand duke of the Nether World knew the change within the swirls of his daughter’s eyes. It was cold like the arctic glaciers and it was dark as the shadows of the three worlds combined. It was in this moment that the tightening of his chest brought a clogging suffocation within his throat. Somehow, when their eyes collided with each other, the ability to breathe was gone for a fraction of a second. It was as if he had lost his daughter… forever. And the child standin