Daughter Of Darkness Book Novels & Stories

As she was easily distracted with her small moral victory, I lashed a few swift kicks at her, causing her to release her hold on me, as I once again landed harshly on my legs; yet I had been able to keep myself on balance. "The matter of my daughter has finally brought me out of my hiding, and as I recall it, she is mine." Julian mentioned as she sauntered towards me, clearly having recovered from the strike. "And through her, I can finally usher in a new age of Darkness, an age where everyone will bow before me." Like hell that was happening. I wouldn't allow her to get her hands-on Kaitlyn, nor allow the Darkness to come. It simply wasn't something on the table.

“The darkness which is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm. Son of darkness, away from my descendant, heed this omen...” I doubled over, my hands braced on the floor, the sharp stone was biting into my hands and the smell of blood lingered in the air but I didn’t care, nothing beat the pain that I was feeling within. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry blossoms, with eyes the colour of the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the

I had to release him, to set him free. I reached out my hand, and I touched the face of the darkness. As I did, it began to dissolve, to melt away. And as it did, I felt something else. I felt the presence of my father, and I knew that he was at peace. I opened my eyes, and I saw that the darkness was gone. The pool was now filled with light, a light that was warm and comforting. I turned around, and I saw that the room had changed. I was no longer in a dark and cold place, but a beautiful, sunlit meadow. And there, standing before me, was my father. He looked at me, and he smiled. "I am so proud of you, my daughter," he said. "You have faced the darkness, and you have won. You have found th

She staggered but caught herself on the wall, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling too quickly. “Careful what you beg for, Veronica,” I warned. My gaze locked on hers, unblinking. “Because one day, I might stop seeing you as the late Don’s daughter… and start treating you as just another body in my bed.” She smiled again, slow and wicked. “Then at least, allow me a good fuck before then.” At the end of the day I was a man with blood in his veins. My eyes thickened with lust as I gazed hotly at her cleavage.

Dark figures emerged from the trees, hooded and faceless, their cloaks rippling unnaturally as they circled her. “Stay away from her!” I screamed, my voice breaking free this time, but they didn’t even flinch. The air around the figures shimmered with power—dark magic, thick and suffocating. My daughter turned, her wide, terrified eyes locking with mine. “Mama, please!” Her voice shattered something inside me. I roared, the sound primal and furious, as light erupted from her tiny hands. It was blinding, golden, and blue, rippling outward and pushing the figures back. They stumbled, but they didn’t stop. They kept closing in.

"Now you're ready." Somewhere, deep in the darkness... Sister Helena was bound to a stone chair, her body surrounded by a blood-red magic circle. In front of her, Ilyana stood with a triumphant smile. "Now we see," she whispered softly. "How far Elara Blaise will go to save you." And with a single movement of the hand, the room was enveloped in pitch-black shadows. The real battle was just beginning. Raven stood in the centre of the room with a turbulent heart. Her breath was ragged, but her eyes were filled with a newly awakened determination.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

He simply looked at the two pink lines as if they were a new set of terms in a merger he had already won. He looked up at her, his icy grey eyes meeting her tear-filled ones. "The contract is void, Izaib," he said, his voice a low, terrifyingly calm rumble. He reached out, his hand sliding behind her neck and pulling her toward him until her forehead rested against his chest. He didn't hug her; he claimed her. "You aren't going anywhere," he whispered into her hair. "And neither is my son." Iza closed her eyes, the silk of his suit feeling like a shroud. She had saved her father, but she had lost herself. And as Dark held her, she realized that the darkness hadn't just swallowed her—it was n