Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

“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.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

"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

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Alexander: I think so… listen, it's new for her too, having visions, but I think we're going to find out there's a very potent poison in this water. Josh: Alpha Drake, your daughter, my Luna, she's really powerful… Drake chuckled softly. Drake: Son… my daughter has chosen you as her brother, so you're now my son. Call me Dada too. Josh smiled gratefully at Drake. Josh: So, Dada, Evy is very powerful… I'm only just beginning to feel her within me, the connection is forming. But she'll be safe with me, I promise you both. When we arrived home, she opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

His bulking form casts an enormous shadow as the full moon shines down on us. “Mia, do you feel it? The power that runs through us?” Chaos says in my mind and I close my eyes, feeling it flow through me. “Where is my daughter?” his voice is gravely and rough as he speaks. I open my eyes as I lift my chin in defiance at his words. “Somewhere you will never find her. Harbinger of Death.” I say calmly, but I am anything but calm. My palms are sweaty as I gaze up at him. I must not show fear. He chuckles darkly as he takes a menacing step towards me.

“None of this makes sense. If he wants Mages why not go directly to the City of Ages.” “You said there is more going on than I think. What more is there?” “You Guardian is raging because of the attacks of his Mother, Guardian Miranda. They are all connected. What happens to one they all see.”

I turned around in the quickest pivot which I could muster with the intention to round-kick the bitch, but she faded away from the place where she stood a millisecond ago and materialised behind my back again. “Chosen for what? Fuck you and your riddles and your fucked up family of wannabe Gods. Fuck the balance, realms and prophecies and all of you motherfuckers who stripped me of my mother, of my childhood and any sense of belonging and normalcy. I hate you and your murderous family, starting with that dickhead of your son. Do you hear me bitch? You and your inability to keep your hoo-hah to yourself caused all this shit. I am tired of being everyone’s pawn in some kind of chess of gods.”

“Kaelion. Selene. The Council, perhaps. Seraphina was their key to the throne. The last Rosewood. The bloodline the goddess herself once protected.” He stilled. “She’s the heir.” Marlyn nodded. “The only living one. But when she didn’t shift, they thought she was harmless. Easier to manipulate. Easier to kill.” A pause. “She was never harmless.” Darian leaned forward. “And the bond? Between her and Kaelion?” “She severed it herself,” Marlyn said calmly. Everything inside Darian stilled. “She what?” “She broke it. With the help of someone from her mother’s clan. There was a ritual—ancient, yes, dangerous, yes. But she did it. She cut the tether before it could root deeper. And then she faked

“Forgive me, but… why are we helping her? A rogue on our territory should be killed or driven off. Not healed.” I looked at the small figure on the bed. Even unconscious and wounded, I could see the Moon Chosen's features. The silver hair that marked Darius’s bloodline. The delicate bone structure of high-born wolves. This was Darius’s daughter. The daughter of the man who killed my father. And somehow, she’d ended up half-dead on my doorstep. This was an opportunity. This was fate. “She’s useful,” I said simply. “That’s all you need to know.”