Sakura Is Orochimarus Daughter Novels & Stories

She looked at him from behind her heavy eyelids from fatigue and exhaustion and the dry blood in her mind wanted to surrender, she could no longer fight, but her tongue did not obey her, because as soon as she opened her mouth until she heard her voice resounding in the place "My name is Kira. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd and Damien's girlfriend. Then I screamed at her throat. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, Damian's girlfriend, not your lover, Lamara, I'm not that bitch to Amara, I never will be." He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of h

But this time, I would be the mother. The news reached Drakon within hours. He stormed into our chambers, his face twisted with rage. "What do you have to be proud of, Seraphina? You will only give birth to some lowly Ice Blue dragon. Nothing worth boasting about!" Ice Blue dragon. The words cut deeper than he knew. Beneath my wide sleeves, my hands curled into fists. In my past life, I had performed the Blood Rite for him. I had bled myself dry to give him a child. And he had murdered that child.

They glowed with a blinding silver—the exact same shade as Vardan’s eyes when the Beastman side took control the night before. "Why are your eyes silver? Are you one of them? Have you been lying to me all this time?" Sora hissed, his breath coming in rapid bursts. Hot steam escaped his mouth, trembling with a mix of fury and peaking confusion. Aidan merely twitched the corner of his lip—a thin smirk filled with foul secrets and contempt. He offered no denial. Nausea crawled in Sora’s stomach as the mark on his neck began to throb wildly, providing a sickening biological recognition of the shared blood before him. His father hadn't sold him for gambling debts or logistics. Dante Valente had s

He is as aware as I am, that women are more likely to respond to a strong Luna than their Alpha, and my mother has a way of getting people to open up to her. “We will see what we can learn dear, then you and Arthur can decide how to proceed.” My mother stands and leans down to kiss my father’s head. That is what I want with Melody. The kind of partnership that flows so naturally, both of us in sync. “Are the two of you coming to the cells to see what we can learn from the rogue we captured?” dad places his glass on the table between us and stands. He looks exhausted.

Her palm was so small, her skin so soft. "Mom, I'm not a pup," Lyra said slowly, every word chillingly clear. "I actually came back from 20 years in the future." I froze. "Twenty years from now, you'll have been gone for a long time," she said, her eyes reddening quickly. "Your wolf withered from heartbreak. By the time they found out, it was too late to save you. Dad had already marked a new Luna by then. "The ceremony took place just three months after you passed. He told the pack they couldn't be without a Luna—that Finn and I needed someone to care for us."

However, I was going to be one very soon. He flipped the application form to the final page and pointed to the signature space. "You're the Alpha's personal guard. According to the rules, you must get Alpha's approval and signature here first before you can leave the pack." I nodded, took the form back, and turned to walk out of the center. At the end of the hallway, I saw Alpha Larry Grayback walking toward me with Erina Whitefang right next to him. Erina was the daughter of the Alpha of Eastwood Pack. She was also the undisputed future Luna of Snowlight Pack.

Her reddish hair glowed like fire beneath the moon, and her eyes — green as a damp forest — were fixed on Dmitry. But it was the silence around them that marked the moment. Everyone felt it. She carried something. Ancient. Divine. The Lycan inside Dmitry howled. He almost fell to his knees, the air fleeing his lungs as if instinct itself had been struck. Not from weakness, but from recognition. She was no longer only the Predestined. She was the daughter of Death. The aura around Susan wavered like heat in the middle of winter. The embers on the altar suddenly blazed. The central Oracle stopped murmuring and fell to his knees.

But it was what happened next that caused gasps to ripple through the assembly. The second fruit hovered before me, suspended in the air by the Tree's magic. As I watched, it dissolved into pure light that flowed directly to my abdomen, creating a visible golden outline of a tiny form, my daughter, perfectly formed though smaller than a walnut, glowing like a miniature star beneath my robes. "The Tree acknowledges the child of two bloodlines," Sebastian announced, his voice thick with emotion. "Hope Louise Harmony Diamond, first of the new generation born under restored balance." Maison stepped forward to stand beside me, his hand finding mine as we faced the assembly together. The golden li

“She might’ve regretted it later… but it began with her blessing.” The paper trembled in her hand. “I need to see her.” “You already have,” Mikhail said. Amara looked up, startled. “What?” Mikhail gave her a single name. “Sora.” Amara’s breath caught. Sora — the red-veiled singer at the masquerade. The one who never spoke… but whose songs had felt like warnings. “She was the Widow?” she whispered. “She is,” he said. “But she’s more than that now. She’s your mother’s unfinished mercy.”

“You think it's him?” “If Marcus Draco is involved, and if he’s really her father... then this isn’t about rogues or revenge. This is legacy. This is blood.” I didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to connect Aurelia, the woman I loved, to a man drenched in ancient, outlawed magic, responsible for half the sigil lore we tried to erase from existence. But the truth was clawing its way out. “Her daughter,” I said, voice low. “Sara has the mark too. It’s faint, but it’s there. You think it passed down?”