Daughter Of Night Novels & Stories

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

But then I, like everyone else, heard the high, piping child’s voice that was yelling at the top of its lungs, “NOT YOUR FUTURE WIFE! DON’T MARRY SYLVIA! SHE SHOULDN’T BE LUNA! DON’T MARRY–” Swift and ferocious as a lightning bolt, Sophia Nightwhisper darted into the crowd and up to the pillar that her young daughter had climbed to capture the attention of the entire pack. “Mikaela Sophia Nightwhisper! Of all the disrespectful – in the name of the Goddess, get down from there before you shame your family and your pack any further!”

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

The bastard that murdered my father! "This is the daughter of the famed tyrant. The seed of the one that caused us nothing but chaos. Lydia Nightshade, daughter of Duncan Nightshade." The auctioneer confirmed. All of a sudden, the room seemed to shrink. It felt as if it was just me and this girl in the room. One of the stage lights traveled from her direction and stooped right above me. Her frightened eyes wandered over to my direction. I felt my mouth clench. I didn't need to know more. I hated this bitch.

Not in body, but in presence. A mantle of shadows took over the clearing. The torches went out with a sharp crack. The ancestral runes of the Lycans, the ones that protected the ritual, burned and dissolved like ash carried by the wind. The moon, previously red, went completely dark for a second. And a voice, whispered by a thousand mouths, spoke not to the ears but to the soul of everyone present: “The Daughter recognizes the Mother. The Blood has been sealed. The Womb will be opened. The Ancient will return through the flesh of the Chosen One. And with it… The Eternal Night.”

A female wolf, sleek, silver, eyes glowing with dark purpose. “Who are you?” Kael growled. “I am the Daughter of the Iceborn,” she said. “My father calls. I am his blade.” She lunged at Kael. Fangs met fangs. Kael fought with raw fury, but she was fast trained in the shadows. Ice formed wherever she landed. “Aria is mine!” Kael shouted, slamming her into a tree. “You’re too late,” she hissed. “She’s already fading.” With a roar, Kael shifted fully. Midnight black fur, eyes blazing gold. He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

His face fills with glee and weird happiness as he looks down at them, “She will be the one that will end the lineage of your blood, she will kill your children and think their blood. Her name is Davina.” The place is then crowded by the loud noises made by the nightlings as they hale the baby. “She is my daughter,” Zephyr smirks.

All see Nora and are stunned, shocked, and shocked. The announcement came, “All welcome our army’s female general, a beauty packed with talents, the most vicious sword fighter of all centuries, the only daughter of Jaravles Shirk, our dark knight, bloodline of night dragons, Lenora Shirk, the night fury.” Nora mesmerized her father, Jaravles, and her brother, Ivan, in such an outfit. Ivan asked, “What happened to her?” Jaravles exclaimed, “I never knew my daughter could be this beautiful. I wish her mother was alive to see the beauty of my daughter.”

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.