Daughter Of Chaos の小説・ストーリー

But she didn't know that. “I will ask you one last time, and if you don’t answer my question. You will be taking more than just a whipping from me, my men will be more than happy to fuck the filthy alpha’s daughter. I’m sure your father will be glad to hear that.” Commander Chaos said to her with a mean gaze on her. “No! Stop, I can’t..” Chloe couldn't form her words properly, and neither was this the best time to start asking for forgiveness, since she had no idea what she had done.

I replied sarcastically, "The daughter of Kazius and a werewolf would undoubtedly have a special power, she would be different." Daemon added, continuing, "They have restricted the child’s power, especially since she is a hybrid. Her power will only manifest when she reaches 21 years old." My next question was, "What happened then, Daemon?" He continued, "Kaos took revenge, especially since his mate left him. He went to his uncle, angrily proclaiming, 'Your daughter gave birth to that Kazius, to that hybrid.' Kaos decided to kill the child, justifying that she is a hybrid and a child of a powerful hybrid werewolf and an original-blood werewolf."

Chaos went back eve if he's confused of what just happened, but what he didn't know is that a crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead. As Chaos went back to his room her mother appeared, blocked his pathway and confronted Allistair. "You cannot have him," she warned, voice trembling. "He is your father and he is mine." But Chaos hearing this did not listen. He could not. He was emotionless and yet overflowing with one singular, impossible desire: Lucifer. Not as father. Not as creator. But as something more, something forbidden. And Na'ara stood in the way. The fight was inevitable. It was brutal. They split stars; they shattered continents; they tore the veil between Heaven and the earl

Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask her as she sits up. My mom Mia is not one to be messed with. She is powerful and beautiful. Her wolf Chaos lives up to her name. She is chaotic but would kill and has killed for her own. “What’s the point in having all those titles if you don’t use them? You’re the Goddess of Hell. Maybe you need to teach him a lesson? Look, I know what he has done and who his father is. Gaia, you need to claim them. All four of them. I will not see my daughter kill herself.” I groan as I move off the bed and storm towards the bar in the corner of the room.

said a voice she knew too well. Alicia stood and watched the astral projection of her father enter the room. He wore the red and gold robes of chaos, beneath his cowl only the red of his eyes could be seen. He paced slowly in front of her, each second that passed made her anxious. Was he here to judge her? To laugh in her face and tell her that she had already lost? Or was he here because she was the heir apparent to the throne of chaos and he needed a proper successor. At least that's what he told her the day the war began, that only she could take his place as the demigoddess of chaos. Although the Collective would never allow such a thing to come to pass. The Gods wanted her dead for kill

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

He sobs uncontrollably, "Xerxes, she is your daughter, she would hurt you from time to time. But," she takes a pause, "I have a feeling she is Bewitched." He raises his head in shock, "what?! Charmed??" It sounded do off to him but Octavia had noticed that her daughter was not the same anymore, she nods her head slowly, "could that be why she is defending Mace with her life?"

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."