Daughter Of The Ghost King の小説・ストーリー

Through the haze, I saw her, 'Elyra' falling, the light flickering from her body. And standing in her place - A figure. Tall. Drenched in black mist. Eyes glowing red. “The Hollow King…” I whispered. He’d crossed the veil. Through her. He looked down at me and smiled. “This world will burn in moonfire and shadow,” he said. “And your daughter is the key.” Then everything went dark. —

His daughter turned out to be the infamous world's best powerful general of the Xia Kingdom. He didn't know whether he should feel proud or should be ashamed as a father who was not even able to fulfill his responsibilities. And now that he heard of all this, he was feeling beyond devastated at his daughter's twisted fate. "I will never serve such an unworthy and undeserving royal," Hui said before looking in the Prince's eyes darkly.

let me start from the beginning, keep an open mind my baby it will all make sense in just a short time. I told you about your father and how much we loved each other but his family was angry he and I married, they made him choose between me or their family and he left not knowing I was pregnant. That was mostly true, what I didn't tell you is I am the daughter of a king and he is the son of another. take a deep breath baby, I'm so sorry. I am the daughter Of king Elio Rossi. The king of all North American wolf shifters. Your fathers dad is King Arlo Tobe of the North American Vampires.

As the four of them started going back to the palace, Remeta stuck like glue in the middle of Danika and Sally, she held Danika's hand tight. People were amazed at seeing them. Stunned. Speechless. They don't recognize 'the ghosted one' anymore. She was all cleaned up, dressed up, and beautiful. And she was keeping body contact with another person. And she was smiling at the person as if the sun rises and sets around the person. The person in question, being Danika. The daughter of King Cone. The former princess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in England. As these four people strode their way to the palace, people left all they were doing, forming a crowd behind them to wash the former

He is sitting in his chair, leaning his chin against his knuckles with a furious demeanor. Lucy swallows thickly, and I watch his Adam's apple bobble. "Daisy is the daughter of Cassius, the mad Fae king who annihilated countless witches in his prime. I wouldn't get close to his daughter if I were you." My mother rolls her eyes. It's weird seeing her again, so alive with colorful expressions. She is much taller than me, but her alabaster skin is the same, and her long, cascading hair reminds me of my own. My mother is lovely, and my heart squeezes with longing.

Malachai. He stepped forward slowly through the wreckage, as if it didn’t bother him at all. As none of this mattered, his eyes flicked over the shattered room, the dead bodies, the fear still clinging to the guards. Then they landed on me. Calm. Disappointed. “You’re seriously wrapped under her spell,” he said flatly. My jaw tightened. “A spell ?” I repeated coldly. He didn’t flinch. “That girl is the daughter of the man who killed your mother,” he continued. “And you’re ready to burn your entire kingdom for her?”

she says, slipping her hands underneath my shirt, but before I can ask what the fuck she means by that, I’m pulled away and someone jumps into my arms. “You’ve been ignoring me,” Gia’s voice sounds grating as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I can do nothing but hold her as she’s about to fall. The reason I humor her is that she’s the Fae King’s only daughter, so I can’t do anything to offend him or her. “I’ve been busy,” I say, inhaling that scent that I used to adore. “But so have you. How many of my Prospects have you fucked now? I doubt your father would like to know his Princess is nothing but a Vegas cum bucket.”

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

"There must be a misunderstanding. My daughter is young, and she takes pack security too seriously. If she offended your men, the Veyne family will apologize." "You are apologizing to the wrong person," Cassian said. Garrick looked at me properly this time. He saw the outsider tag on my wrist, the broken moonstone bracelet on the table, and the Draven crest exposed in the damaged setting. His face changed. Molly grabbed his sleeve. "Dad, do not listen to them. She came here alone. She has no proof." I met Garrick's eyes. "Isabella Draven." Cassian added, "Daughter of His Majesty, the Alpha King."

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.