Daughter Of Eve Novels & Stories

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.

“You and I know that's a lie. You’re the vampire leader’s daughter, and you know everything about your father.” “Stop, I don’t, and even if I do, you already burnt the whole place to the ground. Please, don’t hurt her.” I clasped my palm together as a cry tore from my throat and I fell to the ground on my knees. “And that’s another lie. Your father was wise enough not to keep any of his important documents in the house, so where is-” “I have it.” A feminine voice coming from behind me caught him off, sounding familiar- too familiar. I swiftly turned back, a wave of confusion and disbelief washing through me when I watched Eve walk past me wearing a broad smile on her face.

Burning money, we didn't have. My mother began draping her hand over his wide-set shoulders, patting his back, trying to soothe down his temper. "Eaton, my dear. Rethink this, please? She is useful to us, she helps us with Evan." How, my own mother seemed so detached when speaking of her only daughter, did its best to sting. I was no more than a mistake now, in her eyes. Something that she did and unfortunately, now could never get rid of.

"Do you like it? It is said that this was the place where one of the first gods' daughters fell in love with a human. The War God killed her after she..." "After she gave birth to a daughter. Celestia." "How do you know that?" he asks, confused. "Well, remember when I told you that I am a Guardian of...?" "... of Celestia! You were talking about Celestia?" he asks, looking at me with wide eyes. "Yeah! Evolet is a descendant of her!" "Then, you should know about her sister, our Goddess, Selene, the Moon Goddess." I shake my head. "I don't! We know that Celestia was a single kid."

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Our father, Eses, the God of Skies, was clearly surprised to hear what my sister and I said. "Are you sure? You two have followed Guerrian and Dexaldir everywhere since childhood." "We're sure, Father." When we left the Celestial Palace with the imperial decree in hand, my sister and I finally lost the composure that we had been forcing ourselves to keep. We hugged each other. My sister, Azena, wiped away my tears. "Bydona, don't cry. This is our chance at revenge."

Ceres (without looking at her): "I'm not a lie, Mother. I wish you were still someone I could trust." (The words sting. Blythe's hand clenches at her side. Standing among the crowd in his Omega garb, Xavier watches silently.) Elder Moses (raising his staff, his VoiceVoice old but firm): "Ceres of Fresh Meadows, daughter of Vito and Luna Blythe, step forward. Let the fire speak." (The iron gate creaks open. Inside, the Pyre glows white-hot—heat curling the air like a living thing. Ceres walks forward with slow, regal steps.)

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.