Daughter Of The Moon の小説・ストーリー

“Neveah was the true daughter of the moon. You were never meant to be one.” My breath caught. “You became a daughter of the moon because of what your father did at your birth,” he continued. “He used dark magic. He gave you some of Neveah’s blood.” The words felt heavy. “You lived because of her,” he said gently. “The moon goddess needed a way for Neveah to keep existing after her death, and she found that path through you. Your father wanted power for you, so he used Neveah’s blood when you were a child.”

"You can't give up on him yet" Chyna told her daughter Tina. "But mom, he already claimed her" Tina complained. "He claimed her but he can reject her, you just have to deliver him from whatever that girl has done to him" "That girl has a name, she is Eve. And she didn't do anything to him, the moon goddess mated them together and I think you should accept it and move on Tina." Tate spoke up. "Oh shut up Tate, you can clearly see your sister is distraught at losing her soulmate. If you can't say anything helpful, just shut up" his mother fired at him.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

She reached down, her fingers cool and smelling of night-blooming jasmine and gently lifted my chin. Her eyes were pools of silver, glowing with a soft, ancient sorrow. "My beautiful daughter," she whispered. "Who are you?" I breathed, my heart hammering. "I am the Moon Goddess," she answered, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "What are you doing here?" A shadow passed over her radiant features. She let go of my chin and turned toward the abyssal darkness of my mind. "You remind me of her. My first daughter. The First Luna." "Your daughter? What happened to her?" I asked carefully.

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

“She is no longer the daughter of an Alpha. She is a Luna now.” With teary eyes, my father fell to his knees, shouting profanities at the Moon Goddess, screaming for her to answer him. He wanted to know why she had been so cruel to his daughter. Even I wanted to know why the Moon Goddess paired me with the Mate From Hell. I kicked and screamed when Trenton dragged me to the car. I was thrown in the backseat, my palms banging against the back glass, yelling for my father. My dad's eyes connected with mine for a second before the car drove off down the cobbled road.

“Four scouts dead. One captured. They left a message.” He held out a scrap of bloodied parchment. Damon snatched it and read aloud: “The Daughter of the Moon belongs to us. Surrender her by the next full moon—or your blood will soak the soil.” Selene’s blood ran cold. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her world tilted beneath her feet. “They know,” she whispered. “They know exactly who I am.” “We’ll kill every last one of them before they touch a hair on your head,” Damon snarled, tossing the parchment into the fire. Flames licked and devoured the message, but its threat still lingered.

“The Citadel. The Trials. I want to know what they’re hiding.” One of the rogues, a thin woman, cleared her throat. “There have been whispers, my lady. Of the trials being performed. They say the daughter of the moon has returned." My heart skipped a beat. “The daughter of the moon?” I hissed. “And she bears the mark.” My stomach twisted violently. No. This couldn’t be. That lineage had ended centuries ago, become a mere myth. Why was a moonborn resurfacing now? “How long has this been going on for?” I whispered.