Death's Daughter Novels & Stories

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

(Kraltor Daughter) One shot straight on the temple, blast her brain out of the back of her skull, the sound of her dead boy fall to the floor silent the entire room. Jamy Kraltor can’t comprehend what is going on as her eyes just went wide because of what is going on around her and inside the room. Bodies and blood were all over, her son and daughter were dead and mercilessly killed, without a words of reason. Around her were scary people who just surrounded her and giving her contempt looks and disgust.

Not yet. I met his eyes, and in that moment, I crossed the line I swore I’d never approach. The last fragments of my restraint—the tethers that held the predator inside me at bay—shattered. I let go. The battlefield grew silent. Wolves, witches, beasts, and vampires froze, their battles forgotten as they turned their eyes to us. Even Jason, relentless and furious moments ago, stood still, watching with a mix of awe and unease. “I am the daughter of the God of Death,” I said, my voice cold as ice and sharp as steel. “And death itself answers to me.”

"Your grief is a premium asset. That moment when you looked at your parents and didn't recognize them? That’s going to be the climax of the first season. We’re thinking of calling it *The Daughter of Deletion*." I looked at my parents. They were standing by the minivan, their faces pale as they watched the holographic trailer of their daughter’s suffering. My mother was clutching her locket, her knuckles white. She looked at me, and I saw the horror in her eyes—not horror at the man in the suit, but horror at the fact that I was the "star" of this monstrosity. "You’re not people to him," Silas hissed, his obsidian form expanding, his blades sliding out of his wrists with a metallic *shink*.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

“You’re not real,” I say while placing my legs on the bed and shuffling backward. Zeath reaches for me, concern streaked across his face. “What is it, Mellow?” “God, my daughter is dead…” I croak out. My tears would fall any second again. This time around I won’t be able to control it. Even my throat itches of my grief. “Eryis is d— dea…d. God…” I let out a cry of pain before Zeath sits on the bed and pulls me tenderly to his chest.

Without another word, my father shifted into his wolf and bolted, my mother following right behind, both racing toward the graveyard. “You're late,” the gravekeeper said solemnly as they arrived, out of breath. “Your daughter died hours ago. She had chosen a grave for herself, but she couldn’t afford it—she had no silver coins.” “You’re lying!” my father bellowed, fury overtaking grief. “You’re just saying this to help her fool us again!” Blinded by rage, he grabbed the gravekeeper by the collar and tore it apart. “This is all we found in her pocket,” the keeper said quietly, handing them a single photograph.

Why did He rapidly take my daughter away from me? "AURORA Solene!" I shouted during the cremation of my daughter's body. I believe that I am slowly but surely dying. She isn't the one who is in pain; I can feel her suffering as her body burns. Clifford began to cry, and when I heard him shout, "Aurora Solene!" my tears grew heavier. I felt like I was being killed and stabbed over and over again as I saw through the thick glass how my daughter's small body was put into a machine where her body would come out as ashes.

“Oh Eve. There’s a truth you must know, let’s strip the lie bare now, shall we?” Then her eyes swept through the crowd until she pointed at me. “That girl,” she says, “is not your curse.” The crowd erupts with gasps,my heart pounds faster. She continues. “The girl you have all hated happens to be the first daughter of the Hartmann Pack.How foolish of you Blackthorn.” My world stops in that moment, I feel my soul leave my body “No,” an elder whispers. “That’s impossible! She died in the war.” “Oh please! She was never dead.” Morwenna snaps