Danmachi Hestia Familia Novels & Stories

"Ricchar said, most of them start experiencing symptoms post-puberty. For those who haven't or don't have the same issues, they're probably just carriers of the defective gene. Or genes. I think it can affect the brain, too." "Right. Sure," I muttered. "I mean, it sounds plausible." I scratched my nape, then the tip of my stubble. The way her eyes stared at me just made my face heat up. "And you said, you're a dhampirica, like Cloe. What did you mean?" "Sounds insane. I know." Mykaela faintly shrugged when I faked a grin to mask my shock. "Nicco said Ilya's a pureblood, like the Falcos. But Mommy isn't. I mean, she's perfectly healthy. No genetic abnormalities or anything."

As the family gathered around the unconscious Hope, the central screen flickered one last time with a chilling message: “The bridge child is ours. Surrender her… or watch your entire family drown when we breach the dome in six hours.” Damien pulled Mia close, his hand on her belly where their twenty-fourth child kicked strongly. The war for their bloodline had truly begun.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

“You speak like him. You sound so much like Maduka.” “We share the same blood.” Ejima sobbed, “Please don’t let this anger define you. You are better than this.” Bozo wiped his eyes, not knowing when the tears had formed. He hated this feeling. He hated feeling weak. Yet, something deep within told him that this was the right call. He was hurting too and needed a shoulder to share his pain with. “Wow, this is interesting. Family reunion. Why didn’t I see this one coming?” Uche spat, “Friends and enemy working together. I will give you one last chance to stand down. Call off your army and I will spare your life and that of your wretched mother.”

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

I awkwardly state, hoping they couldn't smell my arousal. I manage to slip Sage's hands off me, sending him a glare, to which he responds with a chuckle, focusing back on his food and leaving me aching for more. Fuck! Damn you, Sage Mickleson! "So Lyra, what do you have an interest in joining? I mean, you have been in this family for a while now, and" Sage's mom cuts Damien off and says, "Yes. Damien is right. What interest do you have? You are to join the company as well."

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Young Master Bab1 An old hut, a silent witness to Amelia's hatred and anger. This woman hates her own daughter-in-law, Jeremy. For Amelia, this man is not just poor. But also bad luck to his family. "Jeremy, get some hot water ready! I want to take a shower." It was her habit, screaming in the morning, if Jeremy was slow to get her some warm water for her bath. Jeremy, who had been busy carrying water from the river, felt very tired.

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

And the electricity is back, that's why I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then the three of us decided to go back to the backyard patio... As we were walking back, I heard Hestia screaming. "HECATE!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!! HECATE!! I NEED YOU!!! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!" Hestia screamed. Dread and fear consumed my whole body, and the three of us immediately ran toward the backyard. I look around and I can see Liam on top of Hestia, and Hestia is fighting Liam. "HESTIA!!"