Daughter Of God Book Novels & Stories

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

Not yet. I met his eyes, and in that moment, I crossed the line I swore I’d never approach. The last fragments of my restraint—the tethers that held the predator inside me at bay—shattered. I let go. The battlefield grew silent. Wolves, witches, beasts, and vampires froze, their battles forgotten as they turned their eyes to us. Even Jason, relentless and furious moments ago, stood still, watching with a mix of awe and unease. “I am the daughter of the God of Death,” I said, my voice cold as ice and sharp as steel. “And death itself answers to me.”

Toward the breach where her father waited. Four days. Four days until everything changed. Until the daughter of two worlds finally met the demon king. And discovered if love could truly bridge the gap between realms. Or if fire would consume them all.

He was a first generation God, but so was she, even if her half was human, she still had her mother’s strength, she was equally strong, and more so, she had a reason to fight, a flame to fuel her fighting spirit, and that was to protect those whom she held dear, including her man. “Now, that is the spirit I would expect from Historia’s daughter!” the reflection said approvingly, and even when her curiosity was burning inside her to ask the ungodly God about her mother, she still chose to remain silent and just wait for him to say what he had to say. “The world is ending, little one!” the voice changed into a more mature one, one which she heard I her dreams, and this time, she couldn’t stop

Seraphina didn’t move. The black book remained open in her hands. The sentence on the first page slowly faded. Then another appeared. “Before there was a mother, there was a daughter.” Sophia stared at the words. “Seraphina…” Her daughter looked up. Her golden eyes were no longer those of a child. For one terrifying moment, Sophia saw something ancient inside them. Something older than the universe. “Mummy…” “Yes?” Seraphina’s voice trembled.

Third pov The daughter of the beta who is now an alpha due to what happened to the late alpha Adriana didn't want to come back. She knew that this world was about to end. But her brother was there. He stayed in the place where he thought that his fiance had been left behind.

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

“What do you mean?” The horned god looked at me. “Let me show her.” He touched my forehead lightly with two fingers. And suddenly— I saw flashes. A woman’s face—familiar. She had silver eyes… like mine. She was crying as she stood amid the Forgotten Gods. In my mind, the deity murmured, "She chose love." She gave birth to a daughter after departing our realm. Nyla, you were that daughter's child. I let out a gasp. My legs nearly failed me.

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-seven [Heartbreaks] Ericka's head tilts skyward, gazing at God in heaven and touching her heart, where His spirit resides, as her heart soars and her tired mind becomes lighted upon hearing the voice of her lovely oldest daughter. Her five children have already failed to acknowledge her as their biological mother, and their father has disowned her as his former wife, so she lets out a big exhale to relieve all the heavy baggage that has been accumulated for so many years.