Daughter Of The Ghost King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My father leaned back into his chair, he looked directly into Hecate's grey eyes. "Hecate I admire your courage and dedication to my daughter. Let me just remind you that she is not an ordinary woman. She is the crown princess of Greece. She is destined to be a Ruler, a Queen." My father said in his regal voice. "And given the history of the two of you, I'm a little apprehensive. I saw how broken and wrecked she is five years ago, and as a father, it pains me to see her in that state. But I cannot lie, I can see how much my daughter loves you, and I can also see how much you love her."

But Rail can't do anything for said to King of The Hereafter. "So it's true that the girl is the daughter of the King of the Hereafter? If she is indeed the daughter of the King of the Hereafter, why did this girl want to harm her own father last night? By sneaking up and crippling the palace guards? Not only that, she also planned something with the King of Devil!" Rail mumbled, he still hasn't calmed down even though he already knows who Nara is.

" I sigh and tell her what happened. And when I tell her that I think that her mother is being captured by my father king she instantly wants to go to save her. "We have to do something father. Let's go, we need to go! Every minute her life is in danger. Let's go!" I nod and even if I don't want her to go I admit that my daughter is quite strong now and her guts definitely come from her mother. Although she looks like my mother… The weak and small girl is gone now and she switches into a stronger and full of guts woman now. And I'm really proud of her. ______ Celeste"

“You want me? Fine. But she stays out of it. They all do.” Ghost tilted his head, voice calm and cruel. “Do you think I’ve waited all these years just for you? No, Cruz. I’ve waited for the moment I could take everything from you. Piece by piece. Until you finally break.” “That’s what this is about?” I whispered, horrified. “Breaking you?” Ghost laughed, the sound echoing. “Not just him. You too. I want you to watch as he crumbles. And then…” His finger shifted toward our daughter. “I’ll take her.”

"You look dead." "That tends to happen when you are poisoned by ambitious queens." His expression hardened. "But I am not alone in death. Many of us were murdered for Isadora's schemes." The shadows in the corners solidified into recognizable forms. My parents, regal even in death. Other figures I did not recognize, all wearing the clothes of nobles and royalty. "Mother? Father?" My voice cracked. "Our daughter," Queen Seraphina of Moonspire said, her ghostly face radiant with love. "You have grown so strong."

He laughed madly. “Yes, I will make sure of that. I will prove the truth behind my father's death was fabricated. Demetrius is a physician. We arrested the man who killed the late king's cupbearer, he will also testify, and another is the ledger that confirms your secret armies in the woods that Seneca died obtaining. It is more than enough to expose your traitorous desires.” “Your father?” He frowned, not getting the picture. “Oh, I'm the king's first daughter, which he bore to Viviana. We are not twins. Isn't that a surprise? Every last one of your crimes shall be exposed in the royal court tomorrow,”

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

Then I let myself meet his gaze. Oh God-- Kier stares at me, unblinking. His gaze sweeps my form, lingering on places I refuse to acknowledge. He notes the rings. The dress. The jewelry. My poise. It suddenly clicks. "You never said you were..." He swallows. "You're the Dawn King's daughter?" I stare at him blankly. Only in his eyes do I look. Nowhere else. "Yes," My eyes do not leave his as I unroll the scroll and rip it in half. "And there is no help for you in Dawn."

Suddenly, I heard a booming voice thundering across the battlefield. “Where is my daughter?!” a loud, male voice called. I whipped around to see none other than the Alpha King staggering through the doorway of the mansion. He leaned his hand against the doorframe, and as his eyes scanned the scene before him, his face became wrought with worry. His eyes then flickered down to see his dead daughter, Selena, laying on the steps with a gaping hole in her chest.