Daughter Of Smoke And Bone Series Novels & Stories

Dad smiled at me before he was swept away by the dark smoke. “No! Dad! Bring him back to me!” I shouted as if the dark smoke can hear me. I noticed that it is slowly devouring my father which made me really angry. I shouted as loud as I can and tried to grab my father’s hand inside the thick black smoke but my hands won’t get through it. Dad looked me in the eye and mouthed the word ‘run’. I still tried my best to get my Dad from the smoke even if my hands were getting numb due to the coldness but none of my actions got my father out of this situation. Dad’s face was the last thing I’m seeing. He’s still telling me to run but my legs won’t. I can’t leave my father behind. “Find you mother. H

“We find every omega Vincent sold. We bring them home. And we burn his ledgers so no one can ever do this again.” Alaric nods. “It will be done.” The wind picks up. Carries the scent of yarrow. Like mother, like daughter, the wind seems to say. But this time, the daughter doesn’t run. This time, the daughter stays. And heals.

The warriors collapsed again, their silver armor clattering against the stone. The Bone King turned his head. His gaze traveled up the heights of the First City, past the quartz towers and the hanging gardens, until his silver pits locked onto mine. “DAUGHTER OF ASH.” The voice didn't come from the air. It came from inside my skull, a resonance so powerful it made my teeth ache. “YOU HAVE REKINDLED THE STAR. YOU HAVE PURGED THE ROT. BUT YOU HAVE CARRIED THE BLOOD OF THE WEAK INTO THE SACRED HOLLOW.”

Emma tried to reach into the mirror, tried to speak, to scream, to demand answers—but the surface of the Bone Mirror shattered like ice beneath her touch. The sound of cracking echoed through the void. Suddenly, hands—dozens of them, made of smoke and bone—reached up from the floorless dark and dragged her downward. She kicked and twisted, but she couldn’t escape their grip. And then she heard the whisper again. “You are the daughter of both light and shadow. Choose.” She wanted to ask what the voice meant. What was she choosing? Why now? Why her? But the ground rushed up, and her body remembered pain.

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

She didn’t even glance at them. “You murdered my father,” I said. “And you stand here talking like you corrected a ledger.” Her eyes hardened, just a fraction. Enough to notice. “He was already dying,” she said. “His body was failing. His mind was fracturing. GreyBone would have finished the job within days, with or without me.” That name landed like a blade. GreyBone. My jaw clenched. “You’re lying.” “No,” she said. “I’m clarifying.” I took another step closer, close enough that I could smell blood, ash and the faint, bitter edge of her mentality. “Then say it,” I demanded. “Say you didn’t kill him.”

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.

“I was someone else. I spoke the old words. I sealed something away.” “Yes,” the lock said. “And now, you unseal it.” “But why?” Lucian asked. “Why would she do that?” “Because it is not death that sleeps, the lock,” replied. “It is life. The first fire. The true spark. And she… she, she is its last daughter.” The wind in the Vale shifted. It wasn't natural, it brought the smell — smoke, ash, something smoldering underground.

When she got to where he stood, she held his arms and fell to her knees as more tears now rushed down her eyes. “Father,” she called and this surprised a lot of them, except Hazel and Sage. Hazel already knew after she resurrected and was hiding in that bookshop that Aiden was Kyra’s father, but he didn’t know back then. And Sage knew Kyra was Aiden’s daughter because in one of those days when they were still at Polis, he saw him looking at her on some very rare occasion. He would just stand and stare at her from afar.

He, of course, couldn’t leave silence alone. “Are you Romero’s actual daughter? Blood?” he asked after a while, tone casual in a way that was far more dangerous than shouting. I stared at the passing ground. Ignoring him. We were reaching a city. I could smell more decay. The presence of more vampires. “I asked you a question.” A pause. “You have hair different from the rest of your kind. So are you really his daughter—born the same day as Prince Elio? What were you doing on this trip?”