Death's Daughter
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Nova was never born to the Night Court.
She was left on its doorstep.
Named. Loved.
Raised as one of their own.
She died protecting the only family she had ever known.
Prythian mourned her.
Death did not.
When the King of Hybern forced the Cauldron open, it reached beyond life itself and returned what should have remained buried.
But the Cauldron made one terrible mistake.
It did not resurrect a High Fae.
It awakened Death's daughter.
The dead whisper her name.
Graves do not stay silent in her presence.
Souls refuse to cross while she is near.
The magic inside her is older than the Cauldron. Older than Prythian. Older than the gods the world has forgotten.
She is not meant to exist.
And something ancient has begun calling its child home.
As two Illyrian warriors feel an impossible bond awaken, the Night Court must face the truth-
Nova did not come back wrong.
She came back as she was always meant to be.
Death's daughter.
(cassian x fem!oc x azriel)
β³ slow burn
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