Blessed Be The Daughters Of Cain Novels & Stories

I tell him honestly, and I am surprised when he nods his head and his eyes show no grief or anger. “I understand that. And I will never tell you to choose between them and me. As you have said, they raised you, and they love you. And all I see is good people who did everything in their power to keep you safe. I think it would be more wrong if you didn’t want to keep them in your life.” Adam answers calmly with no judgment. “Thank you,” I whisper. “No, it is I who thank you. I am the lucky one, getting a chance to know my daughter.” Adam said, sounding happy and relieved, and smiled a little.

“Do you not know what happened to the first daughters?” “No one does. There’s nothing in the histories.” “You should visit the temple more often, Prince Troy. It’s written down. We have the scrolls.” I waited, holding my breath without knowing I was doing it, for the soothsayer to go on. “After they birthed the Lycans, the first daughters were taken home by The Goddess. They lived for many years. Longer than they cared to live. They suffered greatly. They had to watch their sons and daughters kill each other.

But I'm glad that he was accused, because if not, I will never see and meet him here, he's still probably up there and it's impossible for us to cross our paths. But just like what Ceres had said earlier, we are the Deity's daughters and we can't always hurt innocent people just because they have what we want, but on the other hand, we already did a lot of sin, stealing Liam weren't make any difference at all, it is just one of the sin I will do because of love.

Similarly, a god! The Mark Of Cain is a very powerful curse that came with the curse of God on him. At a random thought, it was believed to be not a curse but a blessing from God after he was cursed to live forever. It was indeed a gift, a gift against Lilith. It was quite effective augmenting him to a point he easily was identified as god.

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

Cleric nods. Like mother, like daughter, I think. Except this time, the daughter has her father at her back. And her Alpha at her side. And Vincent is ash.

Set voiced my thoughts. "The other daughters do get the magic, but it is not as strong since they have more of their father’s genes. You see, in the firstborn, the mother’s genes are so prominent that all of the first daughters are a carbon copy of their mother. While the subsequent ones are more on the father or a mix. Think of it like that, the first daughter is the alpha, and the subsequent ones are the betas." Avo explained giving us an analogy that we understood.

there. I swallow hard too, and adjust myself in the seat, moving my body away from Reeina. It's like I've just been told a secret. A terrible secret that I should never know. There were records of such cases among the Daughters of the Goddess; Mothers who die during or shortly after childbirth, but their Daughters did not receive ominous names, on the contrary. And in that moment, in that single moment, I wonder which of our Mothers would be the one who had me. The one who carried me in her womb. The one who held me in her arms before the others. It's an unimportant detail, after all, no Daughter of the Goddess has a Mother other than the Goddess. We are all just her Daughters. Sisters to ea

"And the Word of the Lord says that no curse can stand without a cause." Agnil's gaze faltered, his mind momentarily arrested by the weight of his daughter's words. The truth echoed within him, a reminder that God's presence surrounded him, even in the midst of turmoil. It was as if the divine hand was nudging him, urging him to seek understanding and stand upright before his God. Yet, Agnil's heart remained shrouded in doubt, and he replied, "May it be so, my daughter. May our kingdom remain under my rule and that of our descendants."

Isadora's voice took on a rhythmic quality, almost like singing: "Born of rejection, carried in pain, The twins of prophecy shall rise again. But power unguided by mother's true love Becomes corruption from below, not light from above. Only she who bore them, who chose to protect, Can teach them that power means more than respect. Separate the mother, divide the family bond, And watch the prophesied children fall to dark beyond."