Daughter Of Evil Novels & Stories

I pushed harder, trying to make her realize the dire situation she was in. "Stop it! That won't happen." "Why? Because you believe in his goodness? You need to come to terms with the fact that your father might be just like me, except without honor. He betrayed his country and his own daughter." "Just stop it! We don't know that. God, I hate you so much. You're a monster, a beast pretending to be an all-powerful king. One day, I'll relish seeing you brought down, your world crumbling around you," she exploded, pounding her fists against my chest, her face flushed with anger. I allowed her to vent, but the moment she reared back, her fist clenched, I swiftly grabbed both of her wrists. "You'r

He knew she was going to be thinking of a plan right now, and his mother was pure evil. In her youthful days, she had slaughtered all the men she had been with. Killed a lot and had a knack for coming up with evil ideas. She did not stop there, though; she passed her evil genes down to her son, who was trying his very best to control them. His father had also helped him to control his evil urges, and getting married to Diana was a way of getting that evil out of him. He would never let his mother's plans work if she was going to get smart about bringing the real him out.

After that, I hid in the shadows, watching to see who would come for the money. An hour later, a dark figure arrived—and judging by his appearance, it was indeed Darren! He hurriedly went back into his car as soon as he collected the money. Then, he took a wad of cash and handed it to a woman in the passenger seat. I focused on the woman, took a closer look, and realized that it was Lola! To think that Darren would use his own daughter to blackmail me like this!

This time, the impulse to hurt myself was ten times stronger than ever before. I felt so weak. So useless. I couldn't even keep my daughter safe. I was still reeling from the revelation Eugene had dropped in the car. He knew. Now, even though I hadn't seen a lab report, even I was sure. Somehow—through some miracle or a dark, twisted curse—Damon had been the father of Valeria all along. It explained the way she looked. It explained why Damon’s pheromones were the only thing that could stabilize her.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

Eve has betrayed us and become someone dark. “Your daughter controls them… she’s the one summoning the ferals to the mountain. She’s not the girl who left home a week ago.” Kaelin cuts in, seeing my struggle to be blunt about this because I know the wounds this will inflict on them, and falls silent as my parents both turn his way with a look of ‘stop bullshitting’. Blinking at him like he just spoke in a foreign language and really assessing what he just said.

“I was born as an ice cunt. I’m pretty sure that if we were born as the children of Ghost or so, maybe we would be evil like him. What do you think?” “Not exactly,” Jimin replied turning around to look at Rhea whose eyes were fixed on Xavier. “That one is the daughter of Ghost Damon.” “You got to be kidding me,” Clement frowned, his face turning red with anger. “What is she doing in our pack then?” “Lower your voice,” Jimin warned him. “She’s no longer evil like her father. She joined us sometime ago and has even helped us to take down some of her father’s own army. Most of his warriors aren’t really smart anyways.”

My stepmother pushed her way forward, her face pale, and her eyes widening with horror. “Please… please, my love… she’s still just a child. It was a magic trick gone wrong! She’s your daughter!” Her voice cracked, trembling as she gripped his arm. “She didn’t mean for this to happen. We both know she would never have done it if she knew it would kill—” My father ripped his arm away, his expression twisted with grief and blind rage. “Enough, Eve!” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “I have no half-blood daughter. Only a curse masquerading as my blood!”

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?