Novel & Cerita Death's Daughter

“Our daughter has more abilities than we’d ever imagined. It shouldn’t come as a surprise for her to be able to create bonds and pair mates, now should it, Celeste?” “But if she demated the little girl…” she gasps, pain filling the room. “The girl that died, the wolf. Oh my… no, no, no.” She cries walking back to the Wolf pool. Picking up a wolf soul she murmurs sorry over and over again. Confounding me in her emotion. “What is it, darling?” I ask. “The little girl who died this morning, she was the one mated to Leo’s son. That was her escape… and now she’s dead.”

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me

I demanded. Elias’s answer was slow, painful. “Because someone didn’t follow the burn order. Someone paid them after they were disbanded. And that someone was either your father… or your mother.” My mother. Helena Vale. The image of her ordering a kill, driven by her sharp, cold ambition, came far too easily.

I let her speak, absorbing every detail - the visions, the strange pull Derek feels towards her, the way she fights, the scream that shook the battlefield. I pace as I listen, my mind unraveling the possibilities. A Death Mother, though partly a witch, has no true loyalty, no pack, no master. She exists to unravel fate. To foretell death. "She must be destroyed, Sharona!" Mel exclaims, in a spiteful tone. I stop pacing, watching Mel closely, I answer in a slow, cold, condescending tone. " You do not know what you are toying with, little wolf. If you do, you will flee for your dear life..!"

A voice slithers from the dark. Unknown Voice (hollow, female): "You cry of choice. But choice is an illusion. You carry a weapon meant to undo empires." Ceres (defiant): "She's not a weapon. She's our daughter." Unknown Voice: "She was never yours alone. The fire claimed her long ago. She is the echo of two wars. The fuse to a third." Xavier (growling): "Then we'll shatter the flame itself if that's what it takes." Unknown Voice:

“It’s true. The bloodline is far too diluted now. It's not enough to have a child who can do what I can and them having children who can also do it. Your daughter is the key to fixing everything. Zane, you are so powerful that I was able to alter the DNA of your hybrid daughter. I’ve never had a child like you, one that I could create a new bloodline with. Your daughter will be born a necromancer with the full abilities a necromancer has. She will also be lycan and will be able to transform. I’ve had Fate design her a special wolf spirit. Your daughter will change everything.” “I assume she will have regular dark and black magic like I do?” Death nods his head. “Will she be born immortal?” “

“I am many things, but a demon I am not, I am Sküülen, daughter to Mors.” “Mors, as in THE Mors? Death himself?” Markus asked, his eyes widening. Rex wasn’t sure if it was fear or surprise, or a mixture of both that seeped into his voice. “So you’re saying I made a pact with the daughter of death? F**k sake, of course I did,” Rex sighed, feeling a painful surge course through his body, a slight crunch and jolt, he could feel his ribs finding their correct spot and resetting themselves.

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

They came for me with their number, ready to tear me into pieces, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. Perhaps this is how I am going to end my life. If I had known, I would have followed my dad's advice when he told me to kill all my emotions before they sent me to an earlier grave. Now take a look at me. I am about to be killed by a girl clone. I can feel their footsteps growing closer. Just when I am sure they are about to strike me, Lucifer's daughter's voice stops them. "That is enough for now."

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b