Novel & Cerita Sakura Is Orochimarus Daughter

Yuka breathed, his gaze unwavering. "Alright, you can open your eyes now" Kyan said and Hazel opened her eyes, slowly. Her eyes were no longer brown. They were multicolored and they glowed brilliantly. "You are the daughter of Omari. One of your parents must have come from the lineage of Omari. Never in the history of the Omari has a male been chosen to manifest the powers of the Omari. This means that your father had probably carried this seed in him and had passed it to you" Kyan stated and Hazel stared at him with astonishment.

Just by glance, you can tell she's a perfect mother figure and kindhearted one. They're are looking for Hana, the mother of Mizu. Both lead in the junkyard where the hideout of the kids was. Knowing that the person they are searching for was already dead they search for the daughter instead. The woman introduced herself as Hana's younger stepsister, named Yuri Sodomaki, and the guy is her husband, named Taiga Sodomaki. They are here to search for her older sister but found out she was already dead and she has a daughter. She wants to meet Hana to deliver the news that their father was already dead and that he leave her some inheritance but was already too late. Both can't have a child, so t

NOAH'S POV:- I was lying in my bed with my girlfriend. My father asked me to give a chance to the woman he thought would be perfect to be my partner. To be honest, I was not interested in her. But since my father had promised her father, I had to pretend to be a good mate. Aurora was actually the daughter of one of the alpha's who was my father's friend and ally of the Ice Crest pack. While Aurora was sleeping soundly, I couldn't sleep at all. I thought I had forgotten everything about her. But I was wrong. The moment I saw Sora again, memories from our past came rushing to my mind.

Elder Merkus and Elder Dante were deep in conversation, their voices low as they discussed the evening's meeting. Suddenly, Merkus stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, and he nearly stumbled back. "Gods..." Dante whispered, his face turning ghostly pale. Lying in the center of the hall was a young woman. Her white silk dress was shredded, soaked through with dark, spreading crimson. It was Sora, the only daughter of Elder Ramesh, the most powerful and senior member of the High Council. Her eyes were still open, staring vacantly at the ceiling. She was clearly gone.

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

“Dale… are you Umbra’s son?” I’m probably misreading the expression on his face, but Dale looks relieved hearing that. “I’m an orphan, Dora.” I sigh in frustration, realizing I didn’t crack shit, “Or perhaps, Umbra is a lady, and she’s secretly in love with you?” I nod my head, now I’m definitely on to something, “That can happen, I mean you’re cute and very manly. Not to add, you are tall, well built, with fair skin. Too fair for a man. You’re definitely the typical mafia lady’s type. So… Is Umbra a she and does she like you?”

Guests gasped in disbelief, and the live stream comments scrolled by in a frantic blur: "What? Isadora is the Luna's daughter?" "Then who is Seraphina?" "What kind of soap opera is this?" Seraphina's face was ashen. Her body swayed, and she nearly fainted on the spot. Bruce looked like he'd been struck by lightning. The low-born she-wolf he had always looked down on was the true princess of a top-tier pack. My mother continued, "Over twenty years ago, while I was unconscious after a difficult birth, my handmaiden switched our children. She abandoned my daughter, Isadora, in another pack and passed off her own child as the heir to the Silver Moon."

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.

I never imagined he could be so enraged over her. He turns his attention into Tito, he was taken aback just seeing him. "Y-You!" He exclaimed. "Who are you? And what are you talking about when you say my daughter is your master?" "What is he on about, Seth? I know Isla is an assassin, but what does he mean by her being his master?" Tita turns to me with confusion on her face. Looks like they had no idea her daughter was the founder of the Azoukawa clan in Japan.