Daughter Of Darkness Book Novels & Stories

[Nowo's POV] "Can we talk?" The question startled me as I sat on my bed, the sound of the door hinge indicating someone's entrance. I hadn't expected him to be here, and part of me didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. But who am I to push someone away? I'm the daughter of darkness, and I don't have the right to do that. "It was never your fault to be born as his daughter. Never," he added.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet." He summons more lightning and charges at me. I block his attack with another wall of ice, then I counterattack, wrapping my hand in fire and punching him in the stomach. He cries out in pain and backs away, but his not done yet, and some more lightning shaping it into a sword, so I summon a sword of fire as we clash again, our swords clashing against each other, causing a rain of

But familiar. “Who are you?” I whispered, even though I already knew. She smiled. “I’m what you could have become. I’m the daughter our father wanted.” No. No, it couldn’t be. “I defeated him,” I said, standing in front of Xander and Ryder protectively. “There’s no darkness left.” She tilted her head. “There’s always darkness. It lives in the cracks. In pain. In fear. In revenge. I was born from everything you tried to bury. I’m your shadow, Aria.”

Not because of the invisible force that seemed to be twisting daggers into every part of his skin, but because his daughter was in the hands of that BloodSucker who had hazardous zig zag black poison ink, lining the exposed part of his neck, up to his face quickly, his eyes black as the very darkness that resided in his heart, sharp with monstrous threat. He couldn't let this happen. His daughter would not survive the turning and she would only die in a more tragic way. It had to be him, he had to be the one to send his daughter off. This wolf in front of him was indeed pathetic, struggling against his hold as he pushed waves and waves of darkness into him, that feed on his soul. How dare he

The Shadow Alpha. Tall as a nightmare, his form neither fully flesh nor smoke, his eyes two red voids that burned straight through her. The others bowed their heads as he walked, but she—she felt tethered. Bound. Like a thread of his darkness ran through her veins, woven into her marrow. Daughter of night, his voice whispered, vibrating through her bones. Not sound, but something deeper. More than theirs. More than his. Claim it. She stumbled mid-stride, her paws—no, her feet—catching against roots she hadn’t seen. The forest swayed, the shadows laughed, and still his voice coiled inside her.

Yadhira responded, confusion clear in her voice. I laughed at her words. It seemed the all-knowledgeable Yahira had no clue as to what I was capable of. "Who said I couldn't use all my powers at once? You said so yourself. I am the daughter of darkness." I said, my voice soft and whispery as an eerie cloud of black smoke surrounded me, and I let out a long, piercing howl. A bright light emanated from the cloud as I rose on my hind legs and began to shift once more.

The grand duke frowned from her out of the blue answer but the next thing they knew, the entire field was swallowed by darkness. “Maleficent, what are you doing?” asked the grand duke. Though he knew this kind of sensation, after all, she was his daughter and they shared the same dark arts magic. It was too late for him to discern his daughter’s intention when his domain of shadows was overpowered by hers, making him freeze under her domain. The ground turned into a bottomless darkness of swirling shadows. Gone were Levi’s Basilisk and Merlin’s army of the undead after they were swallowed by the manifestation of Maleficent’s domain in the real world.

The heat of him flooding me triggered another smaller, helpless climax that left me twitching and crying quietly under his weight. He stayed inside me afterward, breathing hard, wrists still pinned, forehead dropped to mine. The name sat between us heavier than his body. Last heir of the bloodline my father had erased. The man who had chosen me over the graves. The man who was still hard and still buried deep while the kill order from my own father waited outside the sealed apartment like a loaded gun. When he finally released my wrists I did not push him away.

With an angry sigh, she turned away from her. “Noah, you know what to do. Throw this witch out of my office.” “Don’t you dare touch me!” Vivian burst out, her smile now waning to be replaced by the true mask of evil underneath. “Your office? Who do you think you are?” “Margaret Daciana Dark Storm, daughter of Ezra Dark Storm the Alpha of the Dark Storm pack.” “Daughter of an alpha,” Vivian laughed hysterically. “A dead Alpha?”