Daughter Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Maera snapped. Ceres raised a hand, silencing the storm of voices. “I am the daughter of Queen Ilerya. Bonded to the last Alpha by fire and will. But I no longer ask for loyalty. I demand it—for your own survival.” “You demand?” a voice scoffed from the shadows. Lady Lysa stepped into the torchlight, arms crossed, her Flame tattoos dull and fading. “What power do you have left to demand anything? My entire clan has gone cold. My wolves cannot shift. The flame doesn’t answer anymore.”

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

All see Nora and are stunned, shocked, and shocked. The announcement came, “All welcome our army’s female general, a beauty packed with talents, the most vicious sword fighter of all centuries, the only daughter of Jaravles Shirk, our dark knight, bloodline of night dragons, Lenora Shirk, the night fury.” Nora mesmerized her father, Jaravles, and her brother, Ivan, in such an outfit. Ivan asked, “What happened to her?” Jaravles exclaimed, “I never knew my daughter could be this beautiful. I wish her mother was alive to see the beauty of my daughter.”

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.

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

“No offense, but haven’t we gone over this already? We’re all aware that Carden has been placed in charge of the girl.” “It shouldn’t matter who takes her. She’s the enemy. And I’m perfectly capable of dealing with a conwoman and her monster daughter.” Greggory hisses. He senses the conversation getting away from him. “She summons demons. Sees your worst fear with a single touch. Responsible for handfuls of murders. She should be put down, not paraded around.” His words suck all the air out of the room. He has no idea who he’s talking about. He has no idea that he’s bashing the daughter of a fallen soldier. Enemy or not.