Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

I sigh, “I met Violet and she was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna my father imprisoned. I worked with her to free them and kill my father. Together, we became the new leaders of the pack and have transformed it into something wonderful.” I press my lips together as I look back to Isadora who has stared at me the entire time, hanging on my every word and I say, “Sometime’s it’s hard to accept the kind of man my father was. Cruel, unloving, evil… but I wouldn’t have the life I do if he hadn’t been that way. And… I truly do love my life. I would endure what I had to with him a thousand times if it led me here.” Isadora looks to Phillip and she says, “I never would’ve met him if Emery hadn’t

"Tell me before I break your neck." She whispers something, but it is not working. I see a challenge before she wickedly smiles and touches my father. The contact makes him hiss and release her. I cannot fathom the magnitude of such power that has rendered all of us mute, powerless, and stiff. I know I am strong, but I can not move a muscle. "I am Ophelia. Where I come from does not matter," she looked down at my father on the ground, "What matters is something else. Something that will make you my magnificent warrior."

I have checked her past, she is the daughter of Harsha and Sinentha. Can you remember those humans...? She is the daughter of your human friend, Harsha. Jay, you have always wished to extend your relationship with your friend for ages. Our two families wish to grow our relationship by marrying our son to his daughter to spread peace in every direction. Finally, it is happening, Jay. By that time, everything changed by the wickedness of the Black Witch. But, destiny indeed is strong and vicious; it made our son to fallen for her to get him into the chain of destiny. I am so happy for them... Jay, let's wait to watch their romance.

Sooner or later, the truth will be out. "It's about Chloe" "What about her?" Landon asked. "I'm afraid, she's a hybrid. Her mother was a witch. She died after giving birth to a wolf baby, Chloe. She couldn't survive it" "My mate is a hybrid?" Landon asked for confirmation and his father nodded. "The witches are powerful. I don't know... But I don't think Chloe is powerful" "I guess it's only one way to find out" Landon said and his father nodded his head. They were going to find out tonight, during the witching hour, the ritual ceremony.

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

Lucian kicked the hidden door open. Stairs spiraled down into darkness. The bond screamed louder with every step. I was shaking now…..not from fear. From rage. We reached the chamber as chanting filled the air. My daughter lay at the center of a glowing circle, eyes closed, blood smeared across her small arm. Finn was chained nearby, fighting, snarling, his power flaring violently. “FIA!” I screamed. Her eyes flew open. “Mama,” she cried. Something inside me snapped completely.

stood on the verge of a ruined ridge, her cloak streaming out behind her in star-fallen-wing shape. "They summoned me," she whispered, voice like cold silk, "after all these years." Beneath her feet, a cleft of thin, ancient crack opened in the earth—just a spider's thread, but dead old. Out of it crept the smell of blood and treachery. She breathed it in like perfume. "Emereah," she said, the words twisting on her tongue like a curse. "Daughter of flame. Vessel of chaos. The Elders fear what they attempted to destroy."

She replied. Her dad looked at her and smiled and they both took a step forward that made him closer to Chaos and River standing in front. “I’m letting you have a daughter, love her with all your life, make her happy and keep her safe.” Peace dad said to Chaos, Peace tears drop from eyes hearing his father. “We treat her as a princess, so treat her as a Queen.” Her dad said and looked at her and back to Chaos. “Yes, dad. I promise.” Chaos said.

His chest still heaved from the run, but it wasn’t from exhaustion—it was from the gnawing ache in his chest, the restless clawing of Chaos inside him. Every fiber of him itched to go back upstairs, to throw open the doors to his bedchamber and see her. To assure himself that she was still there. That she was safe. Chaos snarled in his mind, [Stubborn!] His grip tightened on the glass. He downed another swallow, ignoring the beast pacing inside him. If he gave in now, if he so much as looked at her, he would lose the fragile leash of control he still held. She was Cain’s daughter. The daughter of a traitor. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a captive, nothing more… A bree