Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Emily There were many aspects of my family history that always raised questions for me. As these came to light, it seemed that a dark shadow was re-emerging to dim the brightness of the future. It was a presence of the past that instilled panic in me and wanted to cast a shadow over the days ahead. All the information came piling in, and I felt like a defenseless baby. What was my fault that my mother didn’t keep her home and ran after another man? And what did I have to do with her misunderstandings with “Dad”?

He was a reminder that the things I heard earlier were true… ‘This passageway is protected by magic… You said you hated magic, but the very palace you sleep in was set under a pile of spirit stones - the stones that had been taken from your ancestors…’ ‘Shut up,’ I told the brown wolf, gritting my teeth as I walk even further in the secret passageway. ‘I am not a Shadow wolf!’ ‘You have a really hard head, young one. If you don’t like my help, so be it… The sooner you accept me, the better… Otherwise, you’d just be left in the dark, and your whole family will perish…’

And in that instant, I knew, with unwavering certainty, that I would pay any price, bear any burden, to see this rightful heir ascend to his ordained place. The promise I made to myself echoed through the chambers of my heart, a solemn vow to rectify the sins of the past and to forge a future steeped in righteousness and honor. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, fraught with challenges both seen and unseen, but I embraced it with a newfound vigor. For in that chamber, beneath the watchful eyes of my forebears, a legacy once thought lost had found its voice once more. And I, the reluctant steward of this resurgent destiny, would stand unwavering in my resolve to see it fulfilled. The

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

"But they don't protect against the ghosts of the pact. Ligeia didn't send sirens. She sent the Shadows of the fallen Scribes." A pale, translucent figure drifted through the wooden door as if it weren't there. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were hollow pits of ink, and her fingers were long, skeletal quills. "The Ancestors," I whispered, my heart freezing. "They think I’m a traitor for being with you." The ghost let out a silent, soul-piercing scream. Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes.

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.