Novel & Cerita Daughter Of Smoke And Bone Series

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-"

It shined with the same mischief and fire. I brushed a hand through her inky black curls. “You’re so much like your mother,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She squirmed away, giggling, and darted toward her next victim. The sound of her laughter filled the air like sunlight through clouds. I swore then, that I’d protect our daughter with everything in me. That I’d give her the world, and never let her know the kind of darkness that once made us who we were.

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.

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…

Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,' and her mate was supposed to be her cousin, Kaos. But what happened?" I asked in astonishment, "What happened?" He continued, "Overnight, the daughter of the leader and Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack ran away with the leader of the Black Mountain Pack, known as 'Kazius.' Her father managed to bring her back, but discovered today that she had given birth to Kazius's child. Today, Daenerys gave birth to her first daughter from Kazius of the Black Mountain Pack after their escape and pursuit."

And somewhere, deep in the Dustborn sanctum, Sirelia felt her daughter’s absence like a blade to the spine. And said: “Then I’ll burn her too.”

"HAVEN!" My scream rips through the choking smoke, raw and useless. No answer comes back, only the hungry roar of flames and the distant, brutal clash of combat somewhere deeper in the haze. The smoke isn't normal. It's thick, oily, purple-black instead of honest grey. It tastes like sulfur and rot on my tongue. Dark magic. The kind that burns hotter, meaner, and clings to skin like poison. Donovan's hand clamps around my forearm, iron-hard.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the wind, water, earth, fire, dark and light balls surrounding me. "You did it princess!" Dad said. I'm so happy. Finally! Underworld I will get you again. I will bring everything back to what it is before. I am Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone, daughter of Drake Javier and Athena Evangeline Bloodstone. Lycans wait for your downfall.