Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

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 said feeling her heart break a little. She was her mother's daughter, after all. A mother who couldn't even stand to see a fly get hurt. She was also her father's daughter, the man who used to go hunting in the winter for the most luxurious pelts that he could find, that would fetch a good price. Ever since she was growing up Ella was torn between the two. But after they died, she cursed her father and branded her mother as weak. Now there was a voice in her head asking her why would she care what happened to this beast. But another voice arised saying that the animal was not in control, it was possessed by dark deeds.

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.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”