Daughter Of The Deep Book 2 Novels & Stories

He chuckled, and I shook my head. “We are not. But this baby is a wolf. And before you say anything, to contradict me, sit.” I ordered motioning the couch. “Before you decide if you’ll accept this baby as yours, you need to learn the whole truth about David and this child’s legacy. Because when the time comes, he has to claim what is rightfully his.” “What?” He asked, annoyed. “His pack!” ~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

the shadow hissed, her claws grazing Aria’s throat. “The Abyss is mine.” Aria’s bond with Kael pulsed, a faint spark of warmth. She saw his eyes flutter, his hand twitching. “Aria…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Her heart surged, her claws flaring brighter. She slashed, her light cutting through the shadow’s arm. It screamed, retreating, but the rift pulsed, crimson wolves reforming. The Daughter emerged, her claws glinting, the dark shard in her hand. “You’re stubborn,” she said, her voice cold.

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

Then he turned slightly, stepping back into the gathering, already accepting something simple and certain in his mind. She wasn’t just Damien’s future. She was already his daughter-in-law in every way that mattered. THE END Special Note to My Readers To everyone who stayed, read, supported and followed this journey from the very first chapter to the end thank you. This story didn’t grow alone. It grew because you gave it time, attention, and love. And this is not goodbye. I’m promising you something better is coming. A second book is on the way sweeter, deeper, more emotional, and even more engaging than this one. I’ve learned from this journey, and I’m carrying everything into the next stor

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

“Her scent has changed, it smells like—-BLOOD. ~~~~~ I laid down on the old mattress as I tried to recollect my memories of last night. Nothing was coming forth, only fringe memories of how the transformation started and me waking up in goddess-nowhere. My head was throbbing,I massaged my temple to relieve the headache threatening to coarse through my head. Then my leg shifted on the bed, touching something hard. I sat upright, there I saw my parents book very close to the backpack. I had almost forgotten about it—it was the last journal, the rest two had been burnt along with the house. I sighed in relief as I picked up the book. I opened it, the first sentence hit me, my face went pale,blo

The baby suddenly arched backward in my arms while screaming louder than before. Silver cracks spread through the earth beneath my knees instantly. The old oak groaned loudly. Even the sky above us seemed to darken under the pressure building around the battlefield. Fear consumed me completely then. Because I realized something horrible. This was not the echo anymore. Not fully. This was my daughter’s own power awakening without restraint. And nobody knew how strong it could become. “Please,” I whispered desperately while holding her tightly. “Please stop hurting.” But her cries only became louder. The silver light around her body flared violently again.

A deep, resonant voice echoed in the air. Eve… my daughter… Her breath caught. The markings pulsed, the voice wrapping around her like a forgotten melody. Then—the ground trembled violently. A figure emerged from the shadows, red eyes gleaming. The enemy had found them. To be continued…

Channeling a sudden surge of raw kinetic power through my torso, I break her hold and fling her backward, sending her body crashing heavily onto the stone floorboards. She sits sprawled on the concrete, her eyes fracturing with a wave of deep, ugly heartbreak as she lets out a sharp shriek. "Your inner beast is still howling for Chika Whitmore, is it not? Even after the Afolayan Dominion stamped their marriage mark onto his flesh, your station refuses to terminate the signal!"

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi