Daughter Of No Worlds นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Like what?” “Like…” He struggled for the word. “Like you belong to her.” Silence stretched. Snow drifted between us. I could see the realization building in his head. Slow. Then sudden. “She doesn’t—” “Yes,” I said quietly. He froze. The air shifted. “What do you mean yes?” “I mean,” I said steadily, “I’m their daughter.” The world seemed to go completely still. Cain blinked. Once. Twice. “No.” “Yes.” He shook his head faintly. “How is that even possible.”

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.”

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

As if it too had chosen to stay. Intercut Moments Across the World A blacksmith in the Southern Peaks feels the fire leap from her forge into her chest—and knows her daughter will never need a bloodline to be strong. A wolf-pup in the frostlands wakes and finds his reflection in the water glowing—his shadow now walks beside him, not behind. A mother in the city of Faryn tells her child, “You were not born to serve the old name. You were born to shape a new one.” A boy without a pack places a stone in the earth and says aloud, “Let this be enough.” And it is.

I asked. “White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head. “What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.

They were so blue. She will be a beautiful young woman, strong and fierce. I can only hope the people we found to hide her for us will teach her all she should know. I hated handing her over, but it was the best thing we could do. We could fake her death. It would be expected with how small she has always been. Pups her size are known not to make it. But it had to be done before the alpha of The Demon Shadows, the most powerful pack there is, arrives. Alpha Cain found out somehow that we had a daughter and wished to see her. I knew his true intentions, though. He would use his power and strength to take her from us and keep her under his watchful eye until she was of age. Then she would have

Then she pulled her hand free, slow and smooth. “I still want you,” she said, quieter now. “But this time, I don’t need you to want me back. Because whether you see it or not, the storm is coming. And when it hits, you’ll need someone beside you who can survive it. Someone bred for it.” I scoffed. “You think that’s you?” She smiled again. “I was born for this world. Rosa wasn’t.” And then her voice changed, becoming very cold like ice. “I am the daughter of Don Ricci, Enzo. I have brothers and you know that…I have a hand in this world of ours, I come from a long line of deadly men. I can make her disappear, Enzo. Without lifting a finger.”

She tells Einar through their mating link Wisdom and her daughter are okay. "One thing is for sure you or Beauden can't deny this little doll. No way at all. She has one grey eye like you and one green eye like her father. They fit her perfectly, they're beautiful with her light brown hair." Wisdom kisses the top of her daughter's head “Thank you. She is beautiful Yesenia Larisa Ralston. You will make your mark on the world. Nobody can stop you. Mommy will make sure of that.” Deshal looks at her wondering what she means.