Daughter Of Chaos の小説・ストーリー

“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.

Would peace follow, or would chaos consume what was left of us? Her victory wasn’t the end—it was the spark. The beginning of something no one could control. Something that could either cleanse us or reduce us to ash. And I, Samantha—the daughter of a fallen Alpha and a forgo tten Luna—stood at the crossroads of destiny, blood on my hands and hope in my heart, ready to rise, to fight, and to shape a future where no one would be silenced again.

And yes, he could feel his omega approaching. ------ Sera finally came out of the sacred tree. What was before a nearly dead tree, covered with shadows and with grieving voices inside. Now, it shone in a beautiful and resplendent gold. "You did it, Sera." She heard the soft voice of the Goddess. But somehow it was different. Her right eye was covered with darkness. Mother hugged her and Sera could feel a power of Chaos coming from her but she said nothing. "Thank you, madam." "Ah. You must have noticed that I’m different." Mother smiled. "Chaos is here. The opposite of me is Kallias' father."

She might be a fiesty and high tempered vampires she is also very much in control in using her powers and letting other knows about her capabilities. "I'll think about it father." She simply said. "Ill be in my room should you need me." Max wondered what's going on with her daughter she seems restless. Then his mind shifted to another things when he received a message from his allies Thalia the ruler of the black witches lost the kingdom from it's rightful heir Mira.

His form seemed to glitch for a moment before continuing. “Your father wants to destroy my Mind. If he succeeds, there will be nothing to power the shards any longer. The living Chaos, Zoi, will descend on all worlds without mercy and engulf it in madness. As he did yours.” He glitched again, more severely this time. “You will need the new shard bearer and the daughter of your former master. Keep them close.”

Sean leaned over, paying attention to the motion of his hands. “About a year ago, Naira saw a vision. About chaos..about evil falling on the lands, about an ancient dark witch. And about a dark rogue king.” He gave his daughter a glance before he continued. “At first it wasn't clear but we started doing some findings and getting connections and answers to these visions. The dark witch was the goddess's daughter, born with extraordinary powers like her sisters but her greed for more power and domination turned her into…something evil. Well long story short, her reign of terror was cut short when she was defeated and locked away by her mother - damned for an eternity.”

Jazzie, my love, stated. I let out another sigh. I slowly put my face on Jazzie's shoulder and then looked at Chaos' grave. "He was not my father's child," I said lowly. I could feel her shock based on the rise of her shoulder. "His mother was my father's bestfriend. When his Mama got pregnant, she approached Daddy and asked to adopt the child. My father didn't want to do that but Mommy pushed him to make that decision especially that it would be a big mess if the truth came out. Chaos’ father was a Gamor. While Chaos' foster father was violent and unrighteous, that's why his mother was so afraid that her secret would be revealed. If my father would take the child, as a strong and well-known