Daughter Of The Drowned Empire Novels & Stories

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

IT WAS WAITING FOR HER. I looked down at my daughter. Zero-D smiled. And somewhere far beyond our walls, hundreds of dormant systems came back to life. The empire we thought we had lost had just awakened. And this time, its heir was a child.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY DAUGHTER. Emma looked at the woman. The woman smiled. “Now you know who I am.” Emma whispered, “Who?” The woman looked toward the creature. Then back at Emma. “I'm the daughter it lost.” She paused. “And you…” Her eyes turned completely black. “…are the daughter it wants back.” The creature rose higher. And the entire underground chamber began collapsing.

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.

The man who wasn’t even looking at me. His attention—his everything—was fixated on someone else. Rosana Florencia Drottghes. She clung to his arm as if she had always belonged there, and perhaps she had. She was the daughter of the Drottghes Empire, a beautiful, perfect bloodline, and powerful—everything I was not. The way Damien leaned into her, the way his lips curved in the softest smile as she whispered into his ear—it was effortless. It was devastating.

he begins to pour us both a drink "Alpha Carn has sent a group to infiltrate the pack, to leak what ever information they can gather on.." he pauses taking a shaking breath "..on my daughter." The room fills with hushed chatter as the Elders begin to grow tense. "Alpha.. Your child... is dead. I'm sorry, please forgi.." Elder Carson begins before Alpha Nico cuts him off "No!" He snaps "My daughter, is alive. And she lives here within the pack. She always has." He states as if a huge weight had finally been lifted

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

I say, pouring water from the jug into a glass cup, "He signed up for this." "He dedicated his time to building an empire as vast as Platinum Penny, Addie," She reminds me, "He needs an heir, don't you get it?" "I don't want to understand anything!" My tone is harsh, and from my peripheral vision, I see Rio abandon his meal just to watch me in travesty. "Maybe he should just get another woman pregnant." She mumbles and my eyes flared up, a glass cup flying across the room next. "He wouldn't dare!"

It pulsed with an ancient rhythm. And seated upon it was a woman. Or what was left of one. Her skin was blue as bruises, lips blackened, ribs showing through her chest like a cage. Her head tilted slowly, watching Mireya. When she spoke, it was in a language Mireya didn’t know, but somehow understood: “Daughter.” Mireya felt something rupture in her chest. “Who are you?” she asked aloud, though she couldn’t hear her own voice underwater. The drowned queen smiled faintly. Then pointed—to Mireya’s head.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau