Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

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."

You’re still the enemy’s daughter,’ Vittoria thought, biting the inside of her cheek, as if the taste of her silence were more bearable than facing the humiliation. But each step reminded her of her place here: a political misstep, a body improper among alliances, the unwanted heiress invading enemy territory, which, ironically, was also her husband’s domain. Yet there she walked, holding the gaze of those who judged her, as if she didn’t feel the pain of carrying a surname heavier than any jewel she’d ever worn. Because being Vincenzo’s wife didn’t erase the fact that she was still Alfonso De Angelis’s daughter.

“Don’t do this. This isn’t saving anyone. You’re not helping the world, you’re destroying it. Everything you ever claimed to stand for… it dies with this!” Margaret stared at her with cold, empty eyes, like she didn’t even recognize her daughter anymore. “Fighters, all of you. Always fighting for nothing,” she said, her voice calm but full of contempt. “Chaos is a disease, Eva. I am the cure.” A small, cruel smile appeared on her lips. “This isn’t revenge anymore. It’s rebirth. A fresh world. One without weakness. One without you.”

Tiffany asks. “All we know is that they are here. That’s something.” Mayhem responds. “Can I ask how you got involved with the princess of hell?” Tiffany asks. “It’s complicated, and it’s over. It never was a thing. We were both trapped in the void. We were drawn to one another until Chaos. Chaos was smitten with her before we knew who she was. It enraged him when he found out she was the daughter of the king of hell. He wants that power.” Mayhem says.

She is Yin! Even just a fragment of a soul, she is still Yin! She's the daughter of Primordial Chaos! The much loved and hated—well, more on the hated part— existence from the long-destroyed Land of Celestial Deities! As one of the first existences, how could she not know how to maneuver around her father's heavenly edicts? How could she not find the loopholes of his immortal decrees? Her sisters' and brothers' Daos, how could she not know the ropes? Her main body could dismantle them with her eyes closed!

I reached for the Original Noise. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike my father. I Struck the Relationship. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Paternal Connection" on the obsidian floor. I didn't try to save my father; I Invalidated the Lineage. "I AM THE DAUGHTER WHO OWNS HER OWN BREATH!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Inheritable Anarchy.

I turn and look at Gaia, who smiles as she steps forward. “I am Gaia, the daughter of Fenrir. I am the Goddess of Hell. Trust me when I say I will unleash the gates and you all will perish. The humans will be wiped from existence. Maybe that isn’t a bad thing.” She shrugs as she addresses the room and I stay silent.

“He’ll find out as soon as he sees me at the altar.” I swallow hard, the gravity of her words weighing in the air. The thought of Luther—a man I consider a near and promising future—discovering that I am the daughter of the woman he believes he killed is terrifying. And what will my father do when he finds out that the man who bothered him so much even before I was born is now one of my fiancés? The feeling of chaos fills my mind, and a chill begins to run through my body. What Zedekiah said is true; I am the queen of chaos. “Mom…” my voice fades as pain accumulates in my chest. “What happens if he still feels something for you? I… I could lose him.”

I didn’t care about how she felt, I just wanted my release. “I need a release before I watch someone else fuck your sweet little pussy. No matter what form you take, you can’t forget, your pussy is mine…. Aphrodite.” I used her name to get her to relax and take me. Being mine seemed to be her ultimate goal, so why not let her think she could have it. Her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure. “That’s it, little slut. Be good to me and you might end up being the first wife of Chaos.” She never would be, but had to throw her a bone somehow, keep her compliant. Technically, my daughter Gaia was my first wife. She my first creation and my first fuck. Stupidly, she chose to keep fucking our

Yes, my name is Lucija, Demon Princess of Chaos. My father had spawned hundreds of demons, spanning over centuries, but they were all males. I was his first and only daughter. And it didn’t matter to him that I had werewolf blood running into my veins, which was the very reason I ran away the moment I turned eighteen and would be able to use the portal alone. My father wanted to cleanse my blood and remove any trace of werewolf blood in me through rituals, offerings, and natural insemination of demons’ seminal fluids — in short, sexual orgies.