Romans & histoires Daughter Of Darkness Book

Control her. Maybe he was blinded by some amount of compassion he felt for her? But how can one even care for a monster in the first place? If this man was right about the mother daughter duo, then her mother, apparently, shares the darkness that they’ve been leaching into the town. Oliver is relishing in the lead we’ve been given. “So, where is she? Can you describe her?” “She’s a kid. Fourteen, fifteen...I don’t know. She scares the shit outta me. Everyone calls her nightmare girl.” He speaks directly to Oliver.

- Nadir said with a broad smile. - Tell me exactly what happened when we lost contact with you during the ritual.- Miguel sat down on the couch with Nadir, looking at her expectantly. - Well...- Nadir began her story.- First of all, you lost contact with me because I turned into a Fallen Angel and you asked for contact with a succubus. Then I wanted to tear Samael apart for this story with you, but Lilith suddenly appeared...- she paused, but soon started talking again.- And she told me who I really am, just the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, kind of like a Princess of Hell. Lilith wanted me to rule with my father, but I preferred to come back to you.... She respected my decision because is

The second lifts his head from her neck and nods to one of the rogues standing next to me, who then turns to face me and punches me hard in the stomach a couple of times, making me fall back down to my knees. The same rogue then moves behind me and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head up, making me watch as the second, then sinks his fangs into my daughter's neck. She struggles as he drinks deeply from her. As her struggles lessen, he stops drinking without sealing his bite and turns her around to face him. He whispers something into her ear, which makes her struggle again while screaming "No..no..no.."

“Fine! I need two things, there was a book that belonged to my father that you took when you killed him, I need it back.” My brows came down in a frown, I couldn’t grant her that, she was talking about the book of shadows, it was made out of black magic and contained everything dark and unholy, it was written in hidden Latin so no one could read it, not even me. “How dare you ask for that? You and I both know I can’t give it to you, it wasn’t given to your father, he was supposed to protect it.” “It wasn’t yours to take either!” Her eyes bore into mine with intensity. “I’m sure you already know how powerful that book is but I also know that you’d give it to me, you’d do anything for Ryan, th

I swore it would. A shudder went through her. “There is a darkness coming. A true end. A being named K’tthar will unmake everything… everyone.” She was seized by a sudden, dry cough. When she pulled her hand from her mouth, it came away dark with blood. “Including… your daughter.” My heart stopped beating. The world tilted on its axis.

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

Sipho stepped forward— And something slammed into his chest. Invisible. Cold. Forcing him back. “You are obsolete,” the voice whispered inside his skull. Pain exploded through his body. Cracks of black light spread across his skin. Like glass breaking. “You were never meant to last this long.” He gasped. Falling to his knees. “We have chosen.” The child hovered higher. Head snapping toward Sipho. Smiling. “First,” the Darkness said. Then the child stopped breathing.

My body dissolved into drifting silver light. "Lyla! My daughter!" my father cried, reaching desperately forward. The light slipped through his fingers. Caleb lunged toward it, grasping at empty air. Nothing remained. Only a necklace fell from the ashes with a soft clatter against the stone. The string of beast fangs lay exposed on the pale altar, looking rough and out of place. My father kneeled and reached toward it. The moment his fingers touched the necklace, he jerked his hand back as if burned.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE