Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Hopefully, they are all there waiting for our return. I could tell them over the phone, but this conversation is better in person. Dante has said he will speak to his nonno about Vittoria and where she is. I have also spoken to the pres of the Daughters Of Chaos. Her name is Whitney Stone. The Daughters Of Chaos are not one percenters like our club, they do more good in their community. They do charity drives and runs; they help victims of Domestic Violence and keep crime off their streets. They help fund local shelters, hospitals, and schools. But don’t let that fool you. Whitney and her crew can fight and kill like the best of them if needs be.

“What the fuck was that?” “Aria can command your demons. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could command your whole army or damned souls.” Chaos said. “How?” I asked. “Your father is the product of a Demi-God correct?” Chaos asked. “Yes. But my Grandmother is a Titan. My Father is barely human.” I said. “That does not matter. The level of humanity is of no consequence, it only matters that you have humanity. And that the human descendant is of the Christian God. You could not have an Angel for a soulmate if you did not have a descendant of Christianity.” Chaos told us.

“I didn't ask—” “You are the daughter of chaos!” shouted the god of chaos, and I froze. “You are an unweakened goddess, Nadine; haven't you realized that until this moment?” “I am not a goddess; I am my mother's daughter, and she—” “You inherited things from me, daughter,” Mom said. “You are a she-wolf and a sorceress like me; you are a seer and a passionate woman. But your father gave you his power equally, and your destiny is to be a goddess of the pantheon. You are a child of Chaos, his only daughter. When you are ready for it, you will understand the sacrifices.”

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.

The sand rolled about, forming weird symbols over the board. "No pall of darkness has ever before enveloped this holy land," the Hora uttered the words slowly, leaning over the board as if he was reading those signs. "You shall go on otherworldly quests, enter a fire-lit realm where no living soul has ever gone. When ashes fall from the roaring sky, you shall lead the Naga race to the Great War. The fate of the living—and the dead—rest upon you, O the great destroyer."

"Fiona, what is the meaning of this?" Everything spiraled into chaos. Dad looked more shaken than I'd ever seen him. "I've been raising someone else's child for over ten years?" His reaction was too intense. Mom sensed something was off. She turned to him, suspicious. "You knew something, didn't you?" Their argument erupted, voices rising, accusations flying. Then, in the heat of it all, Dad let slip the truth. So that's how it was. Fiona was the daughter of Dad's mistress. Back then, he and that woman conspired to swap my real sister for the mistress's child, placing her in our home because we had better resources.

She was not the one they were looking for. She sat up, her voice low, “Then we're all doomed. I am not this powerful force you seem to think I am. I'm just a hunter's daughter.” Albian finally spoke, “As I have told you, Evrah. You are not just a simple hunter's daughter.” She slid her gaze his way, “Then why can't you tell me who you think I am? Besides The Key, whatever that is supposed to be.”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

The bastard that murdered my father! "This is the daughter of the famed tyrant. The seed of the one that caused us nothing but chaos. Lydia Nightshade, daughter of Duncan Nightshade." The auctioneer confirmed. All of a sudden, the room seemed to shrink. It felt as if it was just me and this girl in the room. One of the stage lights traveled from her direction and stooped right above me. Her frightened eyes wandered over to my direction. I felt my mouth clench. I didn't need to know more. I hated this bitch.