Daughter Of Smoke And Bone Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Yuri frowned as she stared at the dark building in front of her which looked like the sort of building used as a prison. The paint was slowly peeling off the walls of the building, and it looked to be right out of some ghost movie.

I started the conversation while standing behind her. She turned her head around. She set a little smirk on her face. Her eyes look so pure and innocent. I wonder, what she looks like when she finally shifted into one like us. But as far as I know, she's not one of us. She was not a lycan, she's Lucian's daughter and they're Canids, a grey werewolf. " Yes, I feel the same too. I hope we can be good siblings" she mumbled and I laughed hard.

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

This is my will; this is the will of the Daughter of the Moon. Then, before our very eyes, she began to wither, losing her beauty, aging rapidly before our eyes. She fell to the ground, writhing in pain, and then her body disintegrated and turned to dust. I felt all eyes turn towards me, gazing at me with reverence. Alexander still held me close, a protective hand on my stomach, his muscular chest against my back. I felt good, safe, loved. The blood pact had worked, and he had not been affected by her magic.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

But they had succeeded in burning the tower, collapsing the structure so it couldn't be used again. The Bone Collector had already abandoned another body. The herding had failed. The war continued. And my Queen remained full of me, marked, claimed, and unbroken. --- Elara I lay in Riven's arms, my body aching and satisfied. The resonance had quieted, the children finally soothed by the flood of dominant seed and shared power. I could feel my son through the bond, small and fierce and utterly determined to survive. But I could also feel the weight of what was coming. The Pale Mother's offer. The Bone Collector's message. The blood moon rising, day by day, hour by hour.

I pressed my marked palm against the shelf of bones. "I am the daughter of the woman who stole you back," I told the room. "And I am calling in the debt." The library didn't glow. It screamed. A sound of a thousand years of silenced women rose from the bones, a frequency that shattered the glass jars on the desk and sent the ledger flying. The violet light from my arm was sucked into the skeletal remains, turning the white bone to a translucent, glowing silver. The library door exploded. Kael stood there. His human form was covered in violet veins, his eyes twin pits of shadow. He looked at the glowing bones, then at me.

That unsettles everyone more than screaming ever could. The fire takes slowly, reverently, like even the flames understand who they’re touching. Bone charms blacken and split. Bundles of herbs pop softly—sage, starflower, ashroot—her smell, her wards, her life. Smoke coils skyward, thick and bitter and unbearably familiar. Home. Cain stands behind me, close but not touching. He hasn’t touched me since the night she died. Ashton isn’t here at all—too busy holding his kingdom together with rage and blood and denial.

Gamma Venice shrugs, “It could be a family tree disease.” My fingers twitch and I suck in a deep breath, remembering I can't kill a member of the pack council. “Your daughter is a drug addict,” Gamma Hartley snaps. “She whores herself out for two grams of morphine, and you want to talk about mine?” “Gamma Hartley,” Elder Campbell clears his throat.

“I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” I growled. “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?” “Adam?” I gasped, my mind finally understanding why I recognized him. “In the flesh, Alpha.” He seethed. “And this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” Author Note: I hope you have enjoyed this novel! Keep an eye out for Dark Moon Daughter, the second book in the Assassin series, coming this summer. The story will explain what happened to Maggi