Daughter From The Croods Novels & Stories

Our battle began in the woods. Two rogues came at me, but I fought my way through. I picked up a stick from the ground and drove it into the heart of one of them. The other tried to fight back, but Adam had shifted and used his claws to rip each one that came his way to shreds. I watched Daciana fight gracefully, dodging rogues and humans she knew were stronger. She led them to her mother like she was feeding them to a storm, and in turn, she tore their limbs and ripped the humans in half.

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

“She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?” The blood drained from Clinton’s face. “You could have the world in your hands but you threw it away. I brought Lydia to you because she is humble, kind-hearted, not like the leeches chasing after your wealth.” Grandpa’s voice softened, but his disappointment cut deeper. “She had no title when I met her, just a girl who helped an old woman cross the street. She even gave up her seat for me on the bus.” He exhaled. “And I only found out today who she was. Imagine my shame.”

Andreios sniffled a laugh as he caught sight of his second daughter taking careful steps as she walked and dusting dirt out of her dress every now and then although that had just ended up adding more mud to the said dress, the little girl frowned and that made Andreios chuckle. Chloe, his first daughter, was the bravest little girl he's ever seen. She was neither scared of getting mud on her dress nor going into the forest to hunt with him every once in a while. She was never afraid of the dark or the dangers that lock within, if anything she laughs in the face of it, making Andreios wonder what kind of woman she'd be when she's grown. He lives for them and he loves them to no end. But just

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?

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

“The end of all gods lies in God’s Tomb. There are neither paths to heaven nor hell. Sob sob—” “Elder?” Alex asked. However, Crazy Crone glanced at Alex’s daughter. Suddenly, Crazy Crone snatched her away. “Ahh—? Elder, this is my daughter. Return her to me!” Alex was greatly shocked. However, Crazy Crone quickly ran outside with Alex’s daughter in her arms. With a single step, she arrived outside Gods’ Tomb.

Then she raised her tiny hand. The door behind the creature began closing. The First Void roared. “NO!” Elara smiled. And whispered: “Go home.” The door slammed shut. The creature disappeared. Silence returned. Clover stared at her daughter. “What are you?” Elara looked at her. And answered in a voice far older than her tiny body: “The beginning.”

I tease him. He huffs, looking mortally wounded. “No daughter of mine is going to drink instant cocoa.” He pours cocoa into a mug and hands it to me, then drops into a chair across from me at the kitchen table. The sugary cocoa tastes like heaven, but my wolf feels anxious, warning me that something is up. “Dad, is everything OK?” He leans back and spreads his big arms wide while holding his cocoa. “Why wouldn’t it be? My daughter just bagged five rogues.”

When Mother woke and found the space beside her bed empty, she ran through the Alpha House calling my name. “Where did you take her?” Father admitted that my ashes had been buried beneath the moon laurel tree. Mother pulled a silver blade from the wall and pressed its tip against her chest. “Bring her back.” Father immediately ordered the warriors to reopen the grave. Adrian returned before they left. His clothes were covered in dirt, and several days of stubble shadowed his face. He knelt before Mother and slowly took the blade from her hand. “She’s alone underground,” Mother whispered. “Being forgotten was her greatest fear.”