Daughter Of The Drowned Empire 소설 & 이야기

Xisuthra pushed open the door and let the Emperor come in before he closed the door behind him. The Emperor took slow, staggering steps towards the bed where the princess lay. He saw his beautiful daughter lying lifeless and pale. "What happened?" he asked the maid, who had tears falling down her cheeks. "She just ate her lunch, and she began to vomit," Irkal said with his head bowed. "Poison," Xisuthra uttered without thinking. The Emperor threw a glance at him. "How can you think that?" he shouted. "Forgive me your worship," Xisuthra said, bowing his head.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

They are so fucking rich and no one can beat them. Then, David Empire, 25-years-old, a successful businessman and the second son of Mr. & Mrs. Empire, the only son and heir of the Empire family. He has older sister named Devine Empire, as her name, she is also powerful and successful in business world. The whole office filled with the silent but Dawn still in his composure. He walked towards David table and put down the employee record and act as his secretary. “That is all the employee records. If you need anything, please tell me about it.” Dawn said in calm tone like this the first time he meets David in his life.

Zion nodded, “Yeah. Our spies had finally dug that Edward’s daughter’s name.” Damien gestured for him to go on while sipping the water. Zion then fished out a photograph from the left pocket of his denim jacket and extended it to him. Frowning, Damien looked at it only to choke on the water the moment his grey eyes fell on the familiar pair of blue hues. With the speed of lightning, he looked at Zion in shock who kept watching him with a straight face. “T-This?” “Yeah, she is Edward’s daughter. Emmaline Richard Dawson.”

Geneva’s cold air carried the scent of blood and fire. Lucien came to her side, silent. “It’s done,” she said. Lucien nodded. “They’ll retaliate.” “I’m counting on it.” Her voice didn’t waver. “Let the world know. The Widow Queen has come. And she doesn’t kneel.” From the ashes of the Vespers, a new empire would rise — not born from old names or male legacies, but from fury, fire, and the vengeance of a daughter denied. And the world wasn’t ready for her.

One by one, operatives filed in. Hackers. Mercenaries. Diplomats. Silent investors. The remnants of a family empire fractured by betrayal. Grace stood before them and spoke, not as a girl, not as a daughter, but as a leader. “Verona took my father’s kingdom. He took my friend. He tried to take me. But I’m still here. And now I have something more to fight for than money or name. I’m pregnant with the future of this empire. And I refuse to raise my child in a world where he rules.

“There’s no moving on Devon until I find my daughter!” “Now you’re calling him your daughter but from what I’ve heard you didn’t like her at all. You wanted a son, not a daughter so why search for her? So that she would inherit your empire? Your empire of what? Your business is nothing to be proud of because it's built on the blood of your enemies. It's something to be embarrassed of! If only you inherited your father's business then maybe, just maybe, you'd grow up as a decent man."

“Say it!” Eryk closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands gripping her shoulders with desperate intensity. “Yes!” His voice thundered through the room. “You are the daughter of the Blood Queen. The last living heir of a dynasty that nearly burned this world to ashes.” Blue staggered back as if the words had struck her physically. The Blood Queen—the name she’d heard whispered like a curse, the monster mothers warned their pups about. A queen whose hunger for power had drenched kingdoms in blood.

bharuth_writes_official Prologue It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere?

"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."