Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

“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.”

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

" 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.

I forced my voice to become calm. Power seeped through my tone. It seemed to do that without command, simply coming to my aid when I needed it most. The power of the future Alpha Queen was different from her Dad's. Dad's swirled around him in thick layers, chafing the skin much like sandpaper. Mine seemed to whip around me, battering the skin like arctic lashes. Understanding flashed in my Dad's eyes as he felt the power coming off of me. "The Halifax and Duboi family are calling for Viktor's head." Dad murmured quietly, "What do the two of you make of that?"

“Who would have thought a little half breed would be able to achieve in so little time what we have been working toward for centuries?” The Great Mother laments as she stares into the dancing fire. The fire dances in her eyes as she speaks. “I feel my line’s power within you, tainted by the stench of wolf.” I feel Theia’s anger building in the pit of my stomach. I work to suppress my anger rising up my throat like bile. “Such stupid creatures. Ruled entirely by emotion and brute strength.” The Great Mother continues. “Hopefully your witch half is enough to give you some sense, although Rhea is your mother.”

Chaos is angry that he is once again trying to insult and disrespect our mate and even though we hate having to do this we know it is necessary because we have had as much as we are willing to take from him. “Maddox, Maddox let your father go now” My mother tries to come towards me but can't get to me due to my aura being too strong. “Maddox!” I drop my father to the ground, my aura is still surging around me as I turn to the woman who carried me and birthed me but is a complete stranger to me; who even are these people?

"I will ignore the disrespect in that comment this time, as you are my friend, but there was nothing ordinary or low about her and she definitely wasn't a whore. She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King and his Werewolf Queen." "So she is a hybrid. I thought she was just a vampire. That's what your father told me and that explains why it took so long for the silver to kick in, to have any effect on her. It wasn't just fighting to weaken her vampire, but to weaken her wolf as well. Well, damn me... Oops!!!" he smirks, "You know it's a pity you and your sister called in the King. I was looking forward to my turn with her. I have never had the pleasure of forcing a vampire or even a part

I bring my knees up to my chest and hug myself as I ask, “Why now, after all these years, Josie?” She chuckles as she answers, “Soren’s daughter is the first pure female of his bloodline to be born in over a hundred years, Layla; he now knows what it feels like to fear for his child's safety.” I snarl, “So he is doing this to protect his daughter, not mine.” Josie stands, pulling me to my feet and embracing me; I take a deep breath as I feel her love and kindness enter me; she kisses my cheek as she says,

he whispered, tone low but steady. She glanced toward the figure, expression unreadable. “They are learning. Observing. But not interfering… yet.” The children, oblivious, continued their chaotic but heroic antics. Aria waved her stick like a wand, directing leaves in intricate spirals. Arianna adjusted stones in precise patterns. Arian calculated probabilities and outcomes, muttering, “If variables remain constant, chaos will peak… but success is likely.” Cassian, of course, dramatically announced, “…I am emotionally overcome! Witnessing beauty! Observing chaos! Falling in love with magic! And possibly with everyone here!”

"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 th