Daemon Targaryen Daughters Novels & Stories

He didn't want anymore compilations. But just because Zeus was able to control his anger, didn't mean, Zaric would also be calmed. "Did you ask why your wife named her daughter Dabria, angle of death? Who names their daughter with such dark meaning?" Zaric growled at Hayden in annoyance. Dabria's eyes widened in shock. She placed her hand on Zeus' chest to calm Zaric down.

I give him a mental bow, then continue, "It is a female by the name of Sharon Alberto!" "I know that name... She comes from one of the more older clans, one that wouldn't stop the old ways of using and training their females for pleasure and anything else no matter what age they were. It was more like they were training slaves. I tried to stop and ban the more brutal old ways a few times but failed with some clans. She even tried to be my lover a few times over the years, wanting to get away from the clan, but I just couldn't bring myself to touch her, let alone do anything else with her... So what's my daughter got to do with her?"

When my eyes were able to focus there was a bubbly little red haired woman standing with her hand over her mouth. “Portals?” I questioned. “Oh, forgive me. I should probably introduce myself. I’m Dara, the Crone’s daughter,” she replied. “You’re Agatha’s daughter?” I asked. She looked way too young to be Agatha’s daughter. “Yes, her youngest. Well my twin brother is technically her youngest child but I am the youngest daughter,” she replied. “Ummm, Okay then Dara, What can I do for you?” I asked. “Oh nothing really. Mom just told us that the missing heir was back and I thought I would come and say hello,” she bubbled. “Oh okay then Dara, nice to meet you. I am Alpha Baylor and this is my Unc

she said and gave a bitter smile. Skye nodded. "I'm sorry, Eithne." Meanwhile, the preacher slowly read the girls' names in his loud voice. "Tenile, daughter of Lord Ailen Macilbowie, Dedra daughter of Earl Rodan of Glasgow, Keeler daughter of Baron Gordon of Arcar, Meegan daughter of Lord Conroy Stewart of Edinburgh, and the last one, Skye niece of Lord Malcolm Maclntyre.

My canines were starting to recede from my gums and I knew that Nova was forcing her way to the front. But I was in luck. That’s when Ryker ran into the room and he grabbed dad by the arm and yanked him away from me and I dropped to the ground sitting out blood from my mouth. “What the fuck is going on? What the fuck are you doing to her?” Ryker asked running over to me to make sure that I was alright. But I could already feel my face swelling up. “Well son, your sister is getting married this afternoon. To Alpha James.” Dad said proudly.

-My God Princess, why didn't you tell me all this. -Because you have not asked me Christopher... besides, in speaking with some powerful contacts about my father's kingdom, there is something that does matter to him and a lot... it is the kingdom that he inherited from my grandfather and my mother. They are a team, they are both in this together. -What are you planning? "How about kidnapping my witch mother in her own land?" that would never be expected. So that he realizes that he will not be able to with both targets and that will force him to back off.

"Oh, how he will relish this information. A secret so potent, it could shatter alliances and manipulate loyalties." His thoughts turned to the Eirian's founder, envisioning Devin's reaction upon learning that Azure, the one he sought so relentlessly, had not only grown in strength but had also forged a connection with the Lycan King's own daughter, resulting in a secret child. "The Eirian's plans just became infinitely more interesting," Zave chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a newfound sense of purpose. "This revelation... it will be the catalyst for chaos and despair. Azure, unwittingly, holds a weapon of immense power."

I said, doing my best to keep my words steady despite knowing they would hurt. “You’re sure?” he asked, swallowing hard and lowering his gaze. “That it was her? Yes. But also... no,” I admitted, exhaling deeply and sinking into my chair. “What do you mean?” he pressed, taking a seat across from me. “It was her. Your daughter,” I said, looking away. “But it wasn’t the Meridian we knew. She’s changed. She’s one of them now.” “She must’ve been ensnared by their dark magic,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My little girl...” he sighed deeply.

"D-Dead? No. It can't be... Mr. Watson is... dead?" "Hayden is dead." "How—" "Take me to Arlyaen," she demanded. "I don't have any more time to waste." He stared at her, his ebony eyes wide with disbelief. "He's not someone you should meet on your own," he warned, his tone weighted with concern. "I can handle him on my own." She ended on a firm note. The daughter of the greatest white dragon in history. Were her skills competent enough to fight against the lord of the evils?

Now, I just had to figure out how to navigate the complexities of this new development and ensure that our kingdom remained stable and prosperous. I turned to face the Datu, my eyes scanning the room with a stern gaze. "You have all heard the babaylan's words," I said, my voice firm and authoritative. "My daughter, Hara Dayang, is pregnant with the soon-to-be rightful heir to the throne. I will not tolerate any further discussion or dissent about her lineage or her ability to rule." My voice carried across the room, silencing the Datu's whispers and murmurs. "From this day forward, I warn you all: any further attempts to undermine my daughter's authority will be met with swift and severe con