Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

“I was never privy to that conversation, but as far as I know and understand, Hecate was at peace with the situation.” “What happened next? If you’re the last dragon, what happened to the rest?” My heart racing in anticipation, overly eager to hear the rest. “Eventually, Chaos realized his daughters had betrayed him, taking Selene’s side.” She whispers, clearing the frog in her throat. “He prepared for war. My father, leader of the dragon clans, met with other leaders, of the different species.” “He knew Chaos would drag us into a war between the gods.” She nods, agreeing with his sentiment. “He wasn’t wrong, soon warriors were gathering in the territories recruiting us to mobilize.”

she looks straight at her father. “Chaos.” I blink what?

The woman bent at my level and grabbed my jaw with a strength that was enough to break it, "You dirty Bitch, you should be honored to be the Supreme Alpha's first Luna!" Trembling, I shake my head as tears stream down my face, and push her way, "My father is Richard Reagan. Let me go, please! He will do anything you ask of him; I'm his only daughter—" The woman let out an unnatural growl, terrorizing me further. "Hera! Diana! Come and get this slut! Time is slipping the eclipse is about to begin." "No! No... wait! My father won't stand for this! Stop...!"

The Goddess’s power burned in her, and her father stood before her, a monster reborn. The Daughter lurked in the shadows, and the crimson light pulsed, ready to unleash a war that could break them both.

The war was closing in, and she needed to know what she was walking into. Finally, he met her eyes. “You are the daughter of two bloodlines that were never meant to mix. Your father’s line—” He hesitated. “—was cursed centuries ago. A curse that made every firstborn daughter vulnerable to madness, power too wild to control. Your mother, though… she wasn’t ordinary either. She came from a lineage older than even the packs remember. Witches, Zaya. Your mother was one of them.” The world tilted. Her knees weakened, but she held herself upright, refusing to crumble. “A… witch?” she whispered, as if the word itself would burn her tongue.

"Still, you must have felt terrible. I get why you hid it before now. So, I want you to be honest with me. I'm ready to listen to you" Letting out a slow exhale, I finally said it. "My father is the god of chaos and my mother was a human...." I said and her eyes went wide. She seemed to be awed. "You're a demigod?" She breathed and I nodded in agreement. "That's pretty cool. But...chaos?" She said, raising a brow. I grimaced sheepishly. "Sometimes, when I feel very intense emotions, it's most likely that chaos might occur around me" I said and she chuckled.

"I personally believe this is acceptable." Of course he did. The traitor. Meanwhile, the Bond connected me to Sol. I could feel his complete disbelief. His utter confusion. His exhaustion. The realization that his daughter had apparently started planning her political future before learning to walk properly. Reasonable reactions. Very reasonable reactions. Chaos suddenly appeared beside me. Which never meant anything good. The ancient being pointed toward Althea. "You know she can do it, right?" I narrowed my eyes. "Do what?" Chaos grinned.

"Not because he was too strong but because of who he was before. I got to know who he really is after we fought." "Does it mean I too cannot defeat him?" "You can, because Raziah is your blood Singer." Chaos answered. "Dark doesn't know this yet but the only one who stands a chance against him, the only one who can defeat him, is Raziah herself, do you know why?" "No." "Because Raziah in her past life is Lucifer's daughter." And also my niece. He thought to himself remembering the day the Creator had imprisoned his brother.

She hurriedly sheathed the dagger and held her breathe until the guard passed by. “Who are you,” she asked softly. “You don’t remember me,” he asked bewildered with wide eyes. Trix slowly shook her head. The man sighed and shook his head. “It must have been someone else then,” he said absentmindedly. “Anyway, I need your help. I need to help my daughter,” he said hurriedly. Trix shook her head confused. “You daughter is….” “The egg!” “What!” “My daughter is inside of the egg,” he explained bit Trix still didn’t understand him.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.