Novel & Cerita Is Rey Luke Skywalker's Daughter

The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening. "Mom, I want to change my last name," Lyra suddenly said. I was taken aback. "Change your last name?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't want to be a Dwyer anymore. I want to have the same last name as you and Grandma Raina." "But why?" "Because I'm your daughter. Dad may have given me half of my bloodline, but you gave me my entire life. It was true in our previous lives, and it's true in this one too."

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

“Fine. She will be called Rebel Teller. A disgraceful creature. Lucky to be alive. Make sure she obeys. Or it’s you who will suffer.” Skylar gave a shaky bow and hurried out, holding Rebel like a fragile blessing she had long prayed for. Amber watched them leave with an odd mix of relief and satisfaction. The baby was no longer her problem. Her father’s eyes softened as he turned back to her. “You are my only daughter, Amber. I could never turn my back on you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have found my second chance mate. My Luna. Ashley.” Amber forced a smile, though her stomach churned. “Thank you, Father.”

My mother asked and my father shook his head. “By Hecate, when did you get this stupid Iannis? Is it old age? You're just a hundred and ten for crying out loud. So he gave you a baby and you didn't think to ask who her real parents were?” My mother shouts and the windows in the living room crack. “Mum, you need to calm down.” I tell her. “I know son, I know. Now back to you Iannis. Luna is the daughter of Killian and Lena Kelly.” She says and my father gasps in shock.

“Who?” Aurex handed her a device. A live hologram shimmered to life. It was a girl—no older than sixteen. White eyes. Shimmering pulse veins. Hair the color of stardust. “She says her name is Elara,” Aurex said. “And she says she’s your daughter.” The room plunged into silence. Evryn stared. Her breath caught. “That’s impossible.” Kai blinked. “We don’t have children.” “No,” Aurex said. “But in one of the timelines… you did.”

It’s just so painful to watch Queen Leia mourn for her daughter’s death. Queen Leia screamed and refused to believe that her daughter died. “Al, please tell me that my Alexa is alive. She couldn’t just die. She won’t leave me. Alexa promised me she’ll stay alive no matter what. If this is just a dream, please wake me up from this nightmare. I’m begging you! Please!” she cried as tears streaming down on her face nonstop like a river. Losing her daughter terrified her the most.

Lana said calmly, “only those I permit hear my words. It is your place to disclose it to her, not mine.” She turned and walked toward the door before stopping beside Jade, her face angling slightly back toward me as she continued. “She is not merely one of the daughters of the Slain Luna, she is the Luna of the Crystal Wolf, you are the Crystal Wolf, the one true Alpha.” Xavier sat in silence, watching her lips move without sound reaching him as confusion settled across his face. Lana’s voice came once more before she stepped through the doorway. “Know this. A Nightveil is present.”

Despite the panic that affected Kyra, she did not lose sight of the condition of Celine, who seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness. "Celine, breathe, please, you have to be strong, please, for me, I can't stand without you." Is it possible that Zain is still alive, this means that the head of the snake is still swirling around the place, O Almighty!! This is awesome, emerald green eyes, like two rare gems, Talia, he owns Talia, Zayn took Talia, Maxim and Ruby's daughter, her parents' trust. Kaiden rose from his seat, placing his palm on the position of his heart, and Damian followed him at the same pace, clutching the latter on his chest, as if excruciating pain afflicted them.

“A love story?” Luke moved closer and took the seat across from me, his face drawn. He ran a hand through his graying hair before beginning. “Before you were born, Syra… there was a prophecy,” he said. “One that named you. The Blessed Luna. The child who would tip the balance between bloodlines — shadow and moon.” Adrian tensed beside me. I felt his thumb press slightly harder into my palm. I squeezed back, grounding us both. “You were never just our daughter,” Luke continued. “You were born with light in your bones, the kind of light shadow magic wants to consume. It made you… a target.”

Rey's heart weighed heavy with the burden of her sister's choices and the knowledge that they were now on opposing sides. Lucian's eyes reflected a mixture of concern and determination as he placed a hand on Rey's shoulder, offering solace. "Rey, I can only imagine the turmoil you're feeling. But remember, family ties run deep, and Luna's choices might be driven by her own struggles. We must find a way to reach her, to show her that there's another path, one where she can find freedom without sacrificing her loyalty.", Lucian said.