Daughter Of Smoke And Bone Series Novels & Stories

“When I arrived at the Fiore estate, I didn’t know who my father was and I went there looking for him. Then I met the duke and he told me that I was his daughter.” Sera smiled when she remembered that day. Though it happened in her past life, it was as vivid as if it was yesterday. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions and she felt like she made the worst decision of her life. “Then I met my brothers.” Sera smiled when she remembered how different they were from the day they met her. “I was afraid of Xander because I always thought that I took things that should be his.” “You what?” Tyrone couldn’t believe his ears. Who would even think that the beloved daughter of the House Fiore was an

The Voice Beneath The hand rising from the chasm clenched slowly, each knuckle cracking like falling stone. Heat poured out in waves. That thing whatever it was wasn’t just ancient, It was hungry. She is my daughter, or what remained of her didn’t move. Her eyes glowed as she looked down into the pit, transfixed. “You hear it too,” she whispered, almost reverently. “It’s always been there. Whispering beneath the bones of this town.”

The smoke didn't vanish; it expanded, thickening into a viscous, oily fog that swallowed the light of the Spire. "Did you truly think the daughters of the Bone-Thicket could be unmade by a child’s tantrum?" The lead witch materialized directly behind me. She wasn't solid. She was a rift in the air, a tear in the fabric of the Archive. Her clawed hand didn't strike me; it passed through my back and settled over my heart. I froze. The golden-black fire in my veins turned to slush. The tiny, warm pulse in my womb—the life I was so desperate to protect—went cold, as if she had wrapped it in ice.

Shadows didn’t seem to obey the light here — they crawled along the ground like living things. “This is the Bone Realm,” Draven said, voice grim. “And it wants us to lose ourselves.” Something about his tone made my skin prickle. “Lose ourselves?” He glanced at me, gold eyes sharp. “It gets in your head. Twists things. You forget what you came for. You forget who you are.” I laughed — short, brittle. “You’re joking.” But then the air shifted — and I smelled smoke. Not just any smoke. Veyne smoke. The resin-sweet scent of my home’s hearthfires.

’ My father says. I place my hand on his forearm, ‘Yes, and I’m in love with him, Dad. Although I will never truly be at peace until I have killed Lord Atticus. Talon has helped to heal my heart and soul again.’ My father smiles at me, then turns to face Lord Talon and extends his hand out to shake his hand. Talon accepts it with a smile. ‘Alpha Maximus, it’s a pleasure and a true honour to be blessed with your daughter as my Blood Flame.’

Shattered around the edges, the surface filthy with soot. Shenka sobbed once, softly before her whole body went rigid. Charlotte bent over the sliver, snuffling while Gram sank deep into her chair. I didn't want to touch it. But I needed to. The moment my fingers slid over the bone, my perception slid sideways- -a screaming child runs from a man in a suit while fire burns behind her. A woman shrieks, voice lost in the roar of flames, arms reaching for the girl. A deep voice chuckles, strong hands lifting the weeping girl, no more than three years old before tossing her to her mother.

The alpha of the pack had a son and three daughters. “When I offered mercy in exchange for loyalty, you hesitated. Now each time I consider you, I will think of that hesitation.” My father recited in his menacing Malakai voice. “In order to assuage my desire for loyalty, I will keep your youngest daughter as a member of the royal harem. I still show mercy by returning your Alpha heir.” He continued as Malakai.

I understand the bond they have, but for whatever reason, my gut would not let me accept that they would be fated. When Vivian and I found each other we discussed our history I knew of the Dire Wolf lineage in her family and she knew that my family had royal Lycan blood running through our veins. But neither of us would have ever guessed these genes would awake in our daughter, creating someone and something as powerful as she was becoming.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.