Dishonored 2 Emily Kaldwin Novels & Stories

In the shadows, murmurs of doubt turned into whispers of resistance. In secret, a young warrior named Kellan scribbled the events of Emily’s awakening into the old prophecy scrolls. “She’s the one,” he whispered to his sister, Mira. “I saw the light myself.” Mira, once a loyal guard, now found herself wondering what justice truly meant. Could it be that Emily wasn’t the threat... but the cure? Meanwhile, Alpha Gregory summoned a hidden weapon, an ancient hunter named Kael, once banished for bloodlust, now recalled with one promise: to end the royal bloodline before it took root. Kael smiled, his fangs gleaming. “She won’t see me coming.”

Emily said, trying on the dresses that were in the bag. "I just loved that moment in the video. I felt like I finally had my revenge. After almost being abandoned by her father because of Cristina, who was just a blind wolf. But when he realized she was his true mate, he refused to reject her. So, I had no choice but to poison her so she would die in childbirth. The idea was that the child would also die with her. The fact that Eleanor survived my poison was an unpleasant surprise and an obstacle to my plans."

I said slowly. Daniel immediately understood. “You think it’s connected.” “It has to be.” I turned back toward him. “Emily’s mother was investigating financial embezzlement.” “Yes.” “She gets close to discovering something.” Daniel nodded. “Then the scandal happens.” “And she dies.” I tapped the folder. “And the money keeps flowing.” Daniel frowned slightly. “So you think the embezzlement was connected to the Carters even back then?” “I don’t think.” I gave a humorless smile.

His reasoning was sharp, relentless, every counterpoint a reminder of why people came to him for deals. Watching him command the conversation, I saw again what made him unstoppable. Finally, Liam set the papers aside. “If that’s all, I’d like to get back to what you interrupted.” I smacked his arm lightly. “Liam…” Kelvin’s eyes finally flicked to me. “And you, Emily? How are you?” I forced a polite smile. “I’m great.” He studied me a beat too long, then stood. Without another word, he left. The air crackled after the door clicked shut.

“Huh?!” I dropped the remote on the table, my eyes not leaving the screen. Was I dreaming or something? I couldn’t believe it not because of the reward, but because of the woman’s photo on the screen. I squinted, trying to believe what I was seeing. It was like looking in a mirror. An elegant woman with dark hair like mine. A smile that looked just like mine. She looked exactly like me except richer and elegant. “Emily, did you see that?” Sammy burst into the room, catching his breath like he ran all the way. A mischievous glint in his eyes. He pointed at the TV, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, a cigarette between his lips.

Emily asked, furious as she was under king Thorvald’s compelling to obey him, therefore preventing her from running. “I want you to kill everyone in the lycam wing tonight, starting with the royals,” King Thorvald compelled her. “You didn’t need to compel me; I will do it with pleasure,” Emily said before speeding off. Emily headed straight for the lycan king and queen’s chambers but found it empty. Next, she entered the next bedroom and found only a human woman, sleeping in bed. “Wake up!” Emily woke her up. “What the hell?!” The woman woke up, looking at

I looked at her, embarrassed at having called her mom without even asking if she was okay. "Elena, it's okay for you to call me Mom." She assured me, and I nodded as she hugged me, feeling her comforting warmth. After winning the Alpha title, I asked Emily to remove her disguise. She was free to be herself now. Emma was imprisoned, and Henry and his son were dead. "Emily, did you find anything on Silas?" I asked. Emily's sad look told me she had not. A wave of sadness washed over me. "We should go back to the shrine again and see if we can find anything," I suggested, to which Emily nodded.

He looked even more charming when he was serious at work, way better than any male lead in the dramas. After staring at her husband for quite some time, Xyla finally returned to her senses and flipped open the laptop. She logged into the game and began to play, cross-legged. Although she did not have a mouse and gaming keyboard, her skillful operation was not affected at all. *** Meanwhile, somewhere else, Emily Quest was holding a knife in a suite of Victoria Hotel. Placing the blade on her wrist, she slowly pulled the handle, leaving a long, deep cut on her wrist…

Without hesitation, she declined the call. However, the phone rang again. And again. Caleb’s cold voice cut through the air. "Answer it. Maybe it’s something important." With trembling fingers, Emily accepted the call, and a man’s gruff voice filled the room. "When the hell are you paying me the rest of my money? That woman’s been dead for months." As Emily’s face turned ashen, her hand that clutched the phone shook uncontrollably. "Y-You’ve got the wrong number," she stammered, moving to hang up, but Caleb’s grip on her wrist stopped her.

“I’m glad you like them.” She toyed with her dress. “Who are you? Your face looks familiar.” My heart sank, fresh tears threatening the rims of my eyes. “I’m your mate. My name is Calix Ledger.” “Calix?” she repeated. I nodded. “I like your name,” she whispered. “And I like your name too.” “Do you know my name?” she asked. “Yes, your name is Emily.” She frowned and shook her head. “No, my name is Sunflower, my name is not Emily.”