Daughter Of Poseidon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sophia Leonidas. ‘You do recognise me.’ ‘Barely. Theé mou—’ His eyes swept her frame. ‘You’ve—grown.’ He remembered her as a gangly blonde who still had to grow into her lean body. An awkward teenager completely dominated by her overprotective father. A pampered princess never allowed out of her heavily guarded palace. Stay away from my daughter, Andino. It was the unspoken threat that had made him determined to talk to her. Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office.

"I am the avatar of Murugan, the God of War. Who else is more suitable than me?" "By the grace of my Holy Father," the girl said. "Curse you and your eyebrows!" "How dare you!" he growled. "Stop all this bickering now!" the girl in green dress hushed them. "You both should know this is destined to happen. The Oracle of Pipaet has spoken the prophecy. We must heed his words. If she was nothing but an ordinary human, she couldn't be here among us, could she?" "We do not need your opinion, Tepi," Issarak turned to hiss at the green-clad girl. "Only the trees and rocks would listen to you."

"I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I AM Keena Lyall. Daughter of King Erebus and the Hybrid Queen Ella Lyall. And you are making a very big mistake." Jarek's father looks at my hand and pushes it away. "You are an unimportant daughter of a washed up King and his abomination of a wife. Your parents will give me what I ask for or you will die. Simple enough." "If I die," I slide a sly grin across my lips, "I am taking your son with me."

Erzelus asked. “Her name was Minthe. She was the nymph of Oribus, daughter of Denexus and Sentaya. You know, the Sentaya with screechy voice and bat flaps, the old hag of Ortelvan river in Oribus. Her daughter Minthe and I recognised each other as mates. But her parents offered her to Hades, hoping this would help their ambitions to climb up the ladder of Wengarthria. Hey, hear that out!!! They have offered their daughter to the master of hell!!

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

I deleted it without responding. A true mate would never have betrayed me like he did. Sophia began posting dramatic messages on social media: "Real family doesn't abandon each other... Some people don't deserve family bonds... Parents need a supportive daughter..." My parents' pack status plummeted. Other warriors openly mocked them. What kind of parents live off their daughter's money while buying expensive gifts for someone who just returned? I allowed myself to relax, enjoying the beach spa and room service. Since living with my family, I had never rested, juggling frequent combat with caretaking.

Then, slowly, he exhaled. “The prophecy,” he murmured. Mira and I exchanged a confused glance. “What prophecy?” I asked. He hesitated, as if the words themselves carried weight enough to crack the room in two. “There was a tale long before you were born. A daughter of Moonlit born under the eclipse would bear the mark of the celestial bloodline…untouchable by silver, chosen by the goddess herself.” Mira’s brows furrowed. “You think that’s me?” “I don’t just think,” father said. “I know.”

' The newspaper's headline screamed, [Silverbay tsunami claims thousands, leaves nearly a hundred children orphaned. I laid them out in front of Evelyn. "You're not my flesh and blood. I adopted you after the tsunami. The 'father' who died too soon? That was a story I made up. I was scared that knowing you were an orphan would break your heart and make you feel alienated." Evelyn's look went from puzzled to shocked, and then to utterly devastated. "You... What are you talking about? How can I not be your daughter? That's impossible!"

She lands lightly, silently, barefoot, and stands there for a moment, her shoulders back, her chin high, like she owns the darkness. My breath catches, just for a second. She doesn’t even look around. She just runs. Not out of fear. Out of freedom. Her legs move with practiced grace as she disappears into the trees, fast and sure, vanishing down that same path I’ve seen her take before. Towards the human town. Towards the noise and the lights and the place where no one cares who her father is. I stay still. Silent. So that’s who she is. The Lycan king’s daughter, but nothing like him. Running from a life most would kill for. So beautifully, blissfully unaware of what she’s walking into.

dad asked seriously. “Because,” I sighed as I started to go out, “no one will except you to send a girl to deal with this situation, and that too alone! No one will ever suspect that I, the most precious daughter of great Dimitrios La Gualias, his heart and soul, is stepping foot in a war zone, all by myself!”