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I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

Liora’s body writhed with unnatural strength, shadows spilling from her eyes, her mouth whispering in unison with countless voices. “You cannot cage me, mother of flame. I am Dominion. I am eternity. I am your end.” Her tiny hands pressed against Sera’s chest. The heat of corruption burned through her ribs. Sera cried out, not in pain but in defiance. Her grip tightened around Liora’s body, pressing her daughter against her heart as if she could smother the darkness with sheer love. “You’re still mine!” she screamed. “You hear me, Dominion? You will never have her!”

It only blooms once a century"^ she read out the old book lying open on her desk. Packing the parcel, she kept it back. Walking to the door, she yawned sleepily. Sensing something was not right she turned her eyes and caught sight of a shadow at the corner of her eyes. Barely able to react fast enough, she could only gasp as cold hands grabbed her face as she turned to the door. " Pathetic!!" Dark Matter said, dropping her and walking into the office. " How will you control me now, Jason! When you have to sleep every night!" The scars formed back on his face as he looked out the window.

" Eden asked with his face turning pale and his eyes burning with anger and hatred as he stared at Derrick. He began to feel the heat as Eden spoke. He knew he was doomed, his past had come to hunt him, he thought as he saw the burning fire in the young man's eyes. This was no other man than the boy he had once made his childhood miserable, Eden Smith, the son of Emilio, the king of the Ghost, he thought as he tried to remain calm.

[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

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.