Daughter Of Smoke And Bone Series Novels & Stories

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.”

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?”

In and out. We made out way quicker than I imagined over to the other side. Once we were there, he smiled down at me. "Miss Reign, a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately for you, it will not be for long. It surprised me actually, I never thought that Miss Smith would actually give up her most prized possession, but I guess everyone has a price-" I could see the barrel of the gun held in Jace's hand line for his father's head. This was the first time that I had see fear in his eyes, his own son was the one holding the gun, the ammunition. Almost instantly all gun went up. "Son. My son, would you ever do this to me, your own father-"

Arsene muttered a few faltering letters, he bowed and forced himself to look up to Damian, who seemed to be on the verge of losing his patience from one moment to the next, with his sullen features that did not hide anything from his overwhelming handsomeness, his bright eyes, his plump body, his prominent muscles and his very evident impatience. “I have a daughter, her blood is mixed, her mother is forgetful and about to transform. I am afraid that she will not pass the stage in peace and that I will lose her. “But you are the only pure-blooded here. Your brother Kayden is out of the island, and we don’t know his way or even when he will return.”

With a casual shrug, I joked, "Fiona is younger than me. Naturally, I'll let her take over the filial duties." Dad, now hunched and aged, reacted immediately. "She's not your sister! Just a bastard! You are my only daughter. If you don't support me, who will?" I sipped my drink, unbothered. "Relax. When you're in your seventies or eighties, I'll toss a few hundred bucks your way every month. You won't starve."

Elder Cameron of the Night Hunters Pack scolded her. She bit her lips but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "We agree with your conditions and we also believe that what you said was for Etholia's future. We suggest that you form a team that would assist you with this task. It is now your duty to choose the man who is worthy to rule beside you." King Lucius said while looking at her daughter. She nodded. "I will, father. I promise I will choose a man that could protect our kingdom." She wanted to run outside and jump to celebrate, but she was in front of the king and the elders so she walked out of the hall slowly like a princess.

“Even if the blood remembers. Even if fate demands it. I choose them.” Liora’s face twisted and then the earth opened. Not a crack but a rift. From its depths crawled a beast unlike anything I’d ever seen. A wolf but made of bones and black fire. Its eyes were hollow. Its chest burned with a heart that was not a heart but a void. And it spoke. “Freya…” She stirred in my arms, eyes wide. “I know that voice,” she whispered. “It’s my father…” The bone-wolf bows to Liora and then turns to the boy, saying, “Only one may carry the flame, kill her and take your place.”

Unless I take matters into my own hands. I am not stupid. I know most twelve-year-old pups in the Crownstone District would be hiding under their silk blankets crying, but I am a High Alpha's daughter. I know how my father thinks. I know Brielle didn't just abandon us because she hated the city. It had everything to do with that foul-smelling border female, Veda Sinclair, who was lurking in our private hall the other night.

For the survivors. My father strides further into the wreckage, every inch the Lycan King. His presence is unshakable, his questions sharp and to the point. Survivors gather around him, desperate for direction, desperate for hope, and he gives it in the only way he knows how. By promising retribution. But my mind… my mind is not fully here. Because beneath the smoke and blood, I swear I catch a faint, familiar scent, one I know better than my own heartbeat. My chest clenches painfully. No. It cannot be. He would not…