Novel & Cerita Sakura Is Orochimarus Daughter

"The Silver Oak? That's just a legend, a story." Joe's laughter sent chills through me. "Legends often conceal truths, Scarlett. And you, dear metal witch, are at the heart of it." I raised an eyebrow, doubt clear on my face. "What makes you think I'm part of whatever fantasy you're selling? And don’t call me a witch, kid." The woman's eyes locked onto mine, her demeanor serious. "Your father's research, Scarlett. He was involved with the Order before... before he vanished."

She was here to take back her power. I took a step down from the throne, voice low but lethal. “Your daughter lives,” I growled, turning toward Abby and her mother. “But she is banished. From Apollo territory. From every ally pack we command influence over. If she ever steps foot here again—if I even sense her shadow—I won’t take a moment before taking her head off.” The woman gasped in relief, hugging Abby tightly. “And you, Abby…” I narrowed my eyes. “You should be grateful for the mercy that my Luna’s heart has afforded you. Because if it were up to me—you wouldn’t be seeing the sunrise.”

"She... She's not a daughter from my marriage, but the circumstances of her conception are not a relevant topic in light of the fact that she carries my blood, Yakuza blood, and as such, she falls under its mantle and protection," he retorted with utmost seriousness and clarity, emphasizing an intriguing point, a point not beyond comprehension: Amaya was his daughter and had the same rights as the rest. "The process of changing her name, as well as bestowing upon her a new surname, will conclude shortly, and she will officially become a Yagami."

She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans. She gulped when her heart started pounding. She turned to look at her mother. "Do you love father?" She asked. Queen Martina was surprised by her sudden question. But she knew her daughter was scared so she smiled at her and then squeezed her hands. "I love your father. Yes, he was a gift from the Moon Goddess, but I have never doubted my heart. You might think it was because of the mating pull, but I never thought of that. Because if I was born like you, I will still choose your father over any man in this world." Her mother answered.

"I'm glad your father woke you up quickly, Francine. I've finished cooking dinner. Please help me set the table," Francine didn't seem to hear anything, and her gaze remained fixated on the man. Her father cleared his throat when he realized where she was staring. "I nearly forgot..." Her father took her by the elbow and led her to the man who still held her gaze. "Francine, he is Azure, and Francine, she is Azure. My only daughter, the Luna Princess of the pack," "A-Azure..." She couldn't say his name on her own, but it's lovely, and he complements it.

"…He defeated you in your OWN swordsmanship…!?" "…The Fubuki Sakura (樱吹雪), also known as the Blowing Cherry Blossom Snow… is my father's own created mixture of spear and sword arts… August learnt it during our first duel, and he modified it to his own swordsmanship and crushed me in my swordsmanship." "Eh… In just one exchange…? He really is a genius." I murmured. "But still, Kuroyuki… your spear arts are just as good as his swordsmanship, no? You easily repelled him whenever you are holding your spear."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Emperor Sora looked at me and a tender smile made its way into his lips. “I have important news to tell you.” Emperor Sora said. He offered his hand to Empress Yukina and she took it in hers as she walked closer to her children. “Your mother is with child. Whether this is a boy or a girl, Sumire is still here. So you don’t have to think about all of this and just be with Sayori.” Emperor Sora said. Yukio looked up and met his father’s gaze. He couldn’t help but give his parents’ a hug. It was a touching moment and I felt like I would cry but I held it in.

“Your heart is not calm, Sakura. The ghost inside of you will be agitated. It’ll be enraged, causing you to lose control and devour you completely. “I gave you the Tsuchimikado Family’s Talisman Spirit not for you to be swallowed whole. “Do you understand?” Sakura was reminded of an unpleasant memory, and instinctively shivered. “Of course, Young Master Soraru! The Tsuchimikado Family was the one that gave me a second chance at life. “I’ll control myself perfectly! I won’t be devoured by the Talisman Spirit! “Don’t you worry!” “I do hope you remember your words. Don’t disappoint me,” Soraru said. “What’s the situation right now?”

Her hair is white at the roots and singed at the tips. Ceres (gently kneeling, voice soft): "You're safe now. Can you hear me, little one?" The girl's eyes flutter open. She doesn't speak. Her irises burn violet-gold for a flash before dulling. There's a strange mark on her collarbone—half sun, half moon, encircled by flame. Maera (recoiling slightly): "Umbra-Flame mark... and something else. An echo. This child... she's not just marked. She's born of ritual."