Bless The Daughter Raised By A Voice In Her Head Novels & Stories

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Mina made a tsking sound with her tongue before she said, “Not yet. Tell me you’ll help her first.” Once again, I heard a dozen voices in my head telling me not to promise anything, but I shut them all out. They weren’t sitting here now across from a woman—not a creature, a bloodsucker, a murderer—a woman begging for the life of her child. They didn’t understand these people the way that I did. Without hesitation, I said, “I will.” The voices grew quiet. I took a deep breath. “Is she… the one you spoke of?” I had seen the images before, the other day, of a girl with blonde hair. I remembered it now. Could that be her daughter? And was she a Hybrid like me?

I lifted my chin boldly. The woman shrank considerably and began wringing her hands. “I’m sorry—I didn’t know—” She suddenly whirled on me and pointed her finger at me. “It’s all her fault! I was just trying to talk to your daughter and this human wouldn’t get out of the way! She was trying to manipulate your daughter into picking her!”

I am the Oracle, the High Priestess who connects the divine realm to the mortal world. My daughter, however, was born with only a trace of divine power, leaving her little different from an ordinary human. I brought four orphans back from the beastman world and raised them myself. I gave them only one condition: protect my daughter from harm. For years, her four brothers shielded her, leaving her free to be as willful as she liked. Then, on the day of her coming-of-age rite, her prayer reached me. "Mother, my brothers are going to sacrifice me so Daisy can receive the Goddess's protection." By the time I got there, my daughter was bound to the altar. My four sons were busy preparing the alta

You will fail again. Her chest constricted. Was this her truth? Was every life she touched doomed to the same ending? Her Daughter’s Voice The circle wavered. Fear spilled between them like water through a broken dam. You are not enough. You were never enough. Let us take the pain away… And then—through the voices—came her daughter’s. High, clear, unwavering. “Mama. Remember me. Remember us. You’re here. You’re not alone.”

The crows started to make a noise and that’s when I’ve decided to turn the page, reading exactly the words which changed my life. “ Today, someone whose face is unknown gave me a little girl. At first, I thought she was just being abandoned by her father but the moment that I touched her face, I have saw her future. Behind of her is a curse and ahead of her is a crown, full of sacrifices and responsibilities.” Everything was clear. I am not my mother’s daughter and there is a reason why I’ve been hearing voices in my head. “ You’re just up here,” Beta Xander said. He’s been kind enough to offer me what he’s been eating but I only refused at his kind gesture.

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!