روايات وقصص ضمن Dark Souls Daughter Of Chaos

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

"The Blackthorne family's finest hunter. They sent you to kill the last Primordial heir." "They sent me to kill a monster." My father's younger face was hard, professional. "Seraphina Erebis. Daughter of chaos. Keeper of the old ways." "Is that what Marcus's father told you?" She laughed, and goddess fire danced in her eyes. "Richard Blackthorne has been planning this for decades. Kill me, and my power transfers to the nearest blood relative. My cousin. His wife." My father hesitated. In that heartbeat of doubt, my mother moved. Not to attack, but to show him something. She pressed her palm to the Sanctum door, and it blazed with memories older than both of them.

He never suspected the real reason. Because the truth was, Fiona wasn't even his daughter. She was the child of that mistress and her ex-husband. So, after all these years, Dad had been happily raising another man's child. Mom had been doting on the daughter of the woman who betrayed her. And I, their only biological child, had been nothing but an unwanted afterthought. A failed experiment. Not long ago, these were the same parents who had screamed at me to go die when I was drowning in depression.

“No offense, but haven’t we gone over this already? We’re all aware that Carden has been placed in charge of the girl.” “It shouldn’t matter who takes her. She’s the enemy. And I’m perfectly capable of dealing with a conwoman and her monster daughter.” Greggory hisses. He senses the conversation getting away from him. “She summons demons. Sees your worst fear with a single touch. Responsible for handfuls of murders. She should be put down, not paraded around.” His words suck all the air out of the room. He has no idea who he’s talking about. He has no idea that he’s bashing the daughter of a fallen soldier. Enemy or not.

"Well, it is said that a few thousand years ago, the Moon Goddess and the Sun God had a daughter. The Realm of the Gods was filled with joy, as everyone welcomed the new child. The child grew strong and soon it was realised that she would become the Goddess of Wild Magic, the bridge between Animals, Plants, Elementals and Human Gods." Raoul stopped for a minute and then continued, "Like all children do, the daughter grew up into a woman. She had mastered the elements and was loved by the animal and plant gods. One day, she was out patrolling the borders between the Realm of Chaos and the Realm of the Gods when she was ambushed. Four powerful Chaos Generals have been sent to bring the High Go

I can’t do this. He dodges out of the way, as I swipe at him again and again. When his giant paw swipes at me and I fall, only to be picked up by my throat by my mother. “GET OUT OF MY DAUGHTER BITCH! YOU WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE, THEN FIGHT ME!” she growls. I sob internally at my mom. She knows she will help, but she won’t survive. I watch as Chaos emerges and attacks me, but with each hit, I gain some control over this bitch. I try to pull it back and lock it away when my darkness wraps around it, pulling it further and further. I’m regaining control.

His chest still heaved from the run, but it wasn’t from exhaustion—it was from the gnawing ache in his chest, the restless clawing of Chaos inside him. Every fiber of him itched to go back upstairs, to throw open the doors to his bedchamber and see her. To assure himself that she was still there. That she was safe. Chaos snarled in his mind, [Stubborn!] His grip tightened on the glass. He downed another swallow, ignoring the beast pacing inside him. If he gave in now, if he so much as looked at her, he would lose the fragile leash of control he still held. She was Cain’s daughter. The daughter of a traitor. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a captive, nothing more… A bree

His form seemed to glitch for a moment before continuing. “Your father wants to destroy my Mind. If he succeeds, there will be nothing to power the shards any longer. The living Chaos, Zoi, will descend on all worlds without mercy and engulf it in madness. As he did yours.” He glitched again, more severely this time. “You will need the new shard bearer and the daughter of your former master. Keep them close.”

All chaos was rendered in a halt upon witnessing a calamity immerged from the Glutton heir’s shadows as she approached her supposed mother and her chained father. “Come, mother. Let us have some tea time. This daughter misses you so, you know.” Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel staggered upon witnessing a full-grown dragon immerged from the darkness.