Daughter Of Theia Novels & Stories

But enough remained. ||Abandoned by heaven. Claimed by suffering. What was cast away shall return as judgment.|| Below that, a single line in characters larger than the rest. ||To the daughter who finds this: you were not forsaken. You were planted.|| The pendant cracked. Not broke — cracked, a new fracture running parallel to the old one, and through the crack a light leaked out that was not amber and not blue but something between them, something that had no color name I knew. It lasted three seconds and then faded.

Theo stiffened in surprise before his arms wrapped around her tightly—desperately—as if he feared she might disappear again. “I’m sorry for everything,” he whispered.“For not finding you sooner. For failing you as a father.” Elina shook her head against his chest.“You didn’t fail me. You didn’t even know I existed. And still… you’re trying now. That’s enough for me.” Tears glistened in Theo’s eyes as he kissed her forehead.“Grow strong, my daughter… grow into the Alpha you were destined to be.” He left quietly afterward, not wanting to intrude on her night.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Our father, Eses, the God of Skies, was clearly surprised to hear what my sister and I said. "Are you sure? You two have followed Guerrian and Dexaldir everywhere since childhood." "We're sure, Father." When we left the Celestial Palace with the imperial decree in hand, my sister and I finally lost the composure that we had been forcing ourselves to keep. We hugged each other. My sister, Azena, wiped away my tears. "Bydona, don't cry. This is our chance at revenge."

Her eyes glowed like precious stones, and the white part of her hair shone brightly. A gust of wind strong started to blow around us, sending several books to the ground. I gasped watching her, not knowing what to do. She seemed like she was in a trance. “Jovita, daughter of Roshen, son of Ra, the one who bears the sacred mark, it is an honour to meet you”, a strange, echoing, loud female voice said, startling me. Maybe Gibson wasn't talking gibberish, Jovita was more than just a werewolf.

She is not just a warrior or a protector; she is the daughter of the Earth Goddess, and her mother's approval gives her the courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead. As she walks through the forest, the earthy scents and gentle breezes feel like an embrace, a reminder that she is part of something greater. The path ahead may be uncertain, but with her mother's guidance and the forest's support, Tonya knows she can overcome any obstacle. She will find the truth about Theo, confront the evil queen, and restore balance to the realm. The journey may be long, but she will walk it with the strength of the Earth Goddess behind her.

"And what if he already has?" Ceres slowly walked toward the pyre basin at the center of the room. The sacred flame flickered inside it—usually golden, but now tinged at the edges with strange violet. "She was never just a girl," Ceres said at last. "But she is still our daughter. And I am still her mother." "Ceres—" Maera began. "No," Ceres said firmly, turning to them. "We've cowered under prophecy long enough. Let the flame speak all it wants. Let Arion spread his poison. Let the traitors flee. But this house—my house—was not built to kneel before doom."

I hate her too. She was too confident, like she could have anything. Maybe because she was the daughter of one of the Eta. The Eta are the warriors of the pack. They are led by the Zeta or the Epsilon during skirmishes and wars. Although they will take orders from the Alpha or other higher ranks if given, the Alpha is above all of them. That means my father was the highest of them all. So I am not afraid of her. "What do you want this time?"

"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."

Very hard to pull off, but not impossible. Which meant one of her supposed mates was a user of Dark magic. So there was that. Theo's imagination never led him at one moment or the other to think it was a daughter, flesh and blood, HIS own daughter. Who could it be? He had pondered many things. Well, it turned out, it was Aubrianne, the Divine Moon Goddess had indeed blessed him with a daughter, and she was in her final year of college. Theo had sniffed her out in the auditorium that day amongst the hundreds of students who had gathered around him for the knowledge he could have imparted.