Battle Beast Invincible Daughter Novels & Stories

Even as she walked down the hallway and saw Becky and her squad approaching, she knew this day would be like any other. “If it isn’t the worthless underling.” Becky said with a flick of her blonde hair. She undoubtedly had a pretty face, but the heavy make-up she put on made her look more like an evil witch. Elise already turned to leave, her books still cradled in her arm, but she quickly found herself surrounded by the gang. Becky Everglade, as her surname would suggest, was the daughter of Roland and Tasha Everglade and the heiress to the Everglade pack.

Benji tried. But Principal Ferguson was having none of it. She simply looked over her glasses at the boy and waited. Benji sighed, sitting up a little straighter. “Fine. I called that one pathetic,” he admitted, pointing to Aria. I could feel Dominic restraining himself. Benji quickly looked up to his dad. “Which she is! She’s a werewolf without a wolf, and you said that’s pathetic!” Benji’s dad’s eyes widened in horror as he admonished his son. “That is the Alpha’s daughter, and you will show her respect,” he hissed as he actively avoided eye contact with Dominic.

Azara traced the curve of her daughter’s cheek with her thumb, committing the shape to memory. “Forgive me, my starlight,” she whispered. Drawing a steadying breath, she began the binding. Her fingers traced sigils through the air, each one shimmering before sinking gently into the child’s skin. The radiance dimmed—slowly, reluctantly—until the baby appeared no different from a mortal infant: small, warm, and utterly vulnerable. “Live small. Live unseen,” Azara murmured, her voice fraying. “Until your power awakens… and you ascend to the heavens where you belong.”

Daniel started, but she lifted a finger instantly, silencing him before he could continue, her chest rising unevenly as she turned her face away for a brief moment like she was trying to steady herself against the disgust crawling through her. "You beast," she said at last, her voice frighteningly calm despite the rage beneath it, and her eyes flickered toward the wine stain on his clothes before returning to his face. "Exerting your strength on an innocent girl over something this little... you are less of a man than I thought. If this is how little control you have over yourself, then I pity any woman who ends up with you."

I say to her and squeeze her throat and she goes still and her face starts to turn purple. The rumble of bikes enters my ears as I watch her. “I am the daughter of Rebel Moretti-Jackson. My fathers are Don Dante Fanucci and President Dylan Scythe Steele of The Princes Of Darkness MC. That makes me the club princess. You are not welcome here. Felicity Granger.” I release my hold on her throat just as momma comes running and I climb off her as momma grabs the skank up by her hair and Felicity screams out and tries to fight my momma.

Maybe taking a new gig would take my mind off her until I could track her scent again. I accept I typed back. Kidnap Natalia Mikhailov and keep her safe until her father votes for Pavlischchev’s new boss before the election in seventy-three days. Natalia. The popular girl who put me down in high school and had me running around the track at night to get in shape? I was the big one. The one they all teased and made fun of, thanks to her. Until I dropped out of school at the start of my sophomore year after getting bit by a freaking werewolf one night while running on the school track.

" Kirara retorted. What followed was a guttural laugh. She clenched her fists in response. Her veins pumped up as anger flushed over her face. "You do realize you are talking about the daughter of the damned. Don't you, Kirara?" Kirara looked like the little puppy who fights back, even though it knows that it stands no chance against those boys stoning it to death. It's the reflex that kicks in when fear crosses its bearable threshold.

“What I am implying, is that your intentions with my daughter are not to hate they seem to be, Alpha Elijah. You are an unmated male, and I have heard rumours that you are quite the Casanova. I do not fancy my daughter getting caught up with the likes of you.” I shook my head, taking a few steps towards my Beta. If this was the game that he was going to play, then so be it. I could play it too - but I could play it with the truth. “And what if I told you that she already is?” And just like that, he lunged at me, shifting into his wolf in mid-air. I moved out of the way, wondering what I was going to do now. This was exactly what I had wanted - but now what? Did I fight him? Did I allow him t

“I’m about to end your life, and this is what you’re talking about?” “Your one impossible child, Ava.” She raised her blade, once more. “I’m giving you a chance.” She halted at my words. “To rethink and join me to save the girls. Or die here, Lydia.” I spat out. “Who do you think you are? Mother Theresa?” “This has been going on for centuries and you suddenly show up wanting to put an end to it?” she added. I looked her in the eye, standing at the mercy of her blade. “I’m the beast’s mate. Chosen by the Moon Goddess to save this Kingdom and all districts.”

I said and mother nodded while eyeing my necklace. “I know you have it,” she said while smiling. Azrael cleared his throat and said, “Can I ask a question?” Mother and I looked at him and nodded. “What is it?” I asked. “Who is Invictus?” I looked at my mother and she nodded at me to go on. I released a sigh and said shortly, “Invictus is the Lord of the Beasts.” ~~~~ Third Person's POV