Lydia The Bard Don't Cry For Your Daughters Eve นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moon dims, as if something slipped between it and us. A laugh breaks the hush. Drawn out. Almost playful. “Oh, I do love an audience,” Lydia’s voice purrs. She steps from the darkness, her cloak sliding off her shoulders like ink. Her eyes catch the firelight, scanning the packs, the elders, every bit of tension and fear. “Well done,” she says, almost teasing. “You finally figured out how to call me properly.” Caleb tenses at my side, but doesn’t move. Neither do I.

Elara dropped to the ground in her knees beside her mother, hands trembling as she touched her face. “Oh gods,” she breathed. “I’m here. I’m here.” Lydia Vale looked older than Elara remembered. Thinner. But her eyes—those were the same. Fierce, even now. Lydia whispered with urgency, looking towards the door.“You should not have come here.” Elara said with tears spilling freely from her eyes, “I couldn't stay away," I'm so sorry. Lydia's gaze then shifted past her daughter. To the three men standing guard at the dungeon entrance.

“The family that supposedly raised her doesn’t exist. No records, no witnesses, nothing.” “So everything she told me could be lies.” I slammed my fist on the desk. “That manipulative bitch.” “There’s more,” Lydia said quietly. “In my dreams, I see three women. Sisters, I think. They’re connected to something ancient and powerful. One tries to control it, one tries to destroy it, and one tries to contain it.” “Selene and Elara are two of them. Who’s the third?” “I don’t know yet.. And there is no way of saying if it’s them exactly . But Kael, whatever is coming, it’s going to test everything you believe about loyalty and love and sacrifice.”

"We've been preparing for this since last year. And it's finally tomorrow. I'm so excited to finally attend my first mother-daughter event." "Mother-daughter event?" Lydia echoed from the doorway as two pairs of eyes turned in her direction. She'd been heading to her room and overheard their conversations. She wondered why her daughter was so excited with Doris and not her. She stepped into the living room in slow strides. "What is that about?"

They wondered who it was that had angered Lydia this much, those people were so dead. Since that night Lydia had killed Jerry and asked for his body to be disposed of like he didn't mean anything to her, they feared the girl. She was evil and dangerous. “I don't understand,” Lord Nick frowned, “What the fuck don't you understand!” Lydia yelled as she cried. “Davis, Grace, Helen, Vincent, Adrianna, Jack, and some stupid dudes are in some fucking place having some fucking fun, and I'm here, crying my eyes out for months. How dare you lie to me!” She roared.

Lyda’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just said, but her anger was burning so hot that she could not stop herself from speaking. “I didn’t want to do it! I didn’t want to hurt her! She was my friend, but she threatened to reveal everything I’ve done! Everything we’ve done! I couldn’t let that happen! She made me do it!” “Hey! What’s going on?!” Lyda’s attention shot up as their parents rushed into the cellar, clearly disturbed by the sudden commotion. Alyra let out an astonished squeal and clapped her hands over her mouth when she saw her oldest daughter mounted atop her sister with a blade against her throat and blood dripping from her face. Matthias froze the second he locked ga

Adrian could not deal with Lydia’s temper. "Nope, no way… Godmother, you shouldn’t be trying to harm the people around you." "Son, this has nothing to do with harming you. Lids knows you inside out!" Mr. Larson was crying badly, whereas, on another side, Melody was trying to do a matchmaking session for Lydia. "Lids, listen to your dad, listen to me, you are the only daughter I have. Please, don't scare me." Mr. Larson cried hard.

Her eyes are fraught with worry. "I can tell you that the Lycan King's path has changed, but it does not change the outcome of the war," Cordelia says right before she disappears into thin air. I look at Ella, and she has tears welling up in her eyes. "It is too late for my son," she cries. Keena hops to her feet and hugs her mother, kissing her roughly on the temple. "We can't give up hope that Faris will soon see the error of his ways."

“Do you not know what happened to the first daughters?” “No one does. There’s nothing in the histories.” “You should visit the temple more often, Prince Troy. It’s written down. We have the scrolls.” I waited, holding my breath without knowing I was doing it, for the soothsayer to go on. “After they birthed the Lycans, the first daughters were taken home by The Goddess. They lived for many years. Longer than they cared to live. They suffered greatly. They had to watch their sons and daughters kill each other.

Every eye in the room settled on her and did not move. "What are you all looking at?" Her voice came out sharper than she meant it to and she pulled it back. "I know what I said. I stand behind it." A breath. "My instinct isn't wrong." Her chin lifted. "And Lydia claimed she's her daughter. Luna Vela, has Lydia ever taken a mate? Has anyone in this room ever heard of it?" The words moved through me cold and deliberate, and I caught the single unguarded flicker that crossed Lydia's face before she put it somewhere I could not follow.