Daughter Of Night Novels & Stories

He had told himself there would be another night, another song, another chance. Now there was an empty house, a returned ring, and a child who had learned that her father was always too late.

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

Shadows that looked suspiciously like coffins. "Where are you going?" He called after me. Without giving him a response, I went to my daughter's room who is fast asleep. We just got back from the hospital since the money for the surgery is yet to be settled. I turned the handle of her room slowly, easing the door open with a gentleness that belied the panic thrumming through my veins. The room was dark except for the soft breath of her sleep. Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?" Her eyes dropped to the folder against my ribs. Her pupils spiked. "Mother," my voice shook. Rain dripped onto the Persian carpet. "I have the labs. I want..." Father set down his silver cigar cutter. Slow. Deliberate. Mother's nails dug into my arm, dragging me toward the shadows. "Not tonight," she hissed. "Read the room, Gemma. This is Bianca's night. Don't you dare ruin it." I froze. "Enough." Father's voice cut from the head table.

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

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."

Murmurs stirred—first in whispers, then in hissing accusations—but none dared move too close to the shadows. And then it came. Not a voice. Not sound. Something deeper. A vibration threaded straight into Zaria’s bones, curling through her veins like molten silver. It was wrong, alien, yet intimate—too intimate. “Daughter of night… mine by blood, mine by fate.” Her breath caught.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

She awoke gasping for air, fingers curled into the bedsheet as if clinging to the past. --- Night Two A castle tower. Firelight. A man with long white hair and a crown of twisted bone. His eyes were wild, red as blood. Her father. He whispered in her ear: > "You are my daughter, Selene. And you will live forever." Then pain. Screaming. Rituals. Blood—too much blood. And her hands soaked in it. When she woke up, her gums ached. Her fangs… had begun to grow. --- Night Three