Death's Daughter Novels & Stories

My father shouted, but the Zeta and Eta together with their soldiers stepped into the room and said "You and your son, Colton Zapanta, first Zeta of the Crimson Black Pack, you were under arrest together with zeta Killian Zapanta for murdering the alpha and the Luna!" Joshaque's father said, the Second Zeta. "What the hell are you talking about? Is anything happens to the alpha? I thought Luna was the only one who had died recently." I inquire, perplexed. I shook my head again. This is not going to happen. What are they talking about, anyway? Have they figured out who killed Luna? Was it Kyzer? Which has the same face as mine? So they assumed it was me who had done it.

At first they came slowly, but within seconds the present around me faded completely back on the night everything started breaking apart. The muffled sound of a woman’s moan coming from my parents’ room, the bed creaking in a rhythm that made my stomach twist, and my mom stood at the door, frozen, her hand still on the handle, her eyes wide before the pain settled in, tears gathering slowly as my dad’s voice followed, low and filled with pleasure, and she turned away, step by step, like each movement cost her something, her tears finally spilling as she walked down the hallway.

“Are you planning to stay away from that too?” I had already bought my ticket. At the cemetery, I knelt in front of my mother's headstone. Seraphina was waiting. She greeted me with a soft smile, but jealousy sat plainly behind it. “People are saying you got those deals by sleeping with the right people,” she said with a sigh. “A decent woman should not mix with those kinds of men. You have made Dad look bad.” Then her eyes moved to Declan. “All your hard work was just a trick to get a man's attention. Dad has already found you a new fiancé. Starting tomorrow, Miami is mine.”

She's trying to ruin me! "Even now, you still want to frame Elisa?" Gianna's voice suddenly broke. "She's already dead!" Silence fell over the hall. Ten seconds of deathly silence ensued. Ausilia jumped to her feet. "W-What did you say?" "I said, your daughter Elisa Neri is dead. She died in your living room a month ago with no one by her side."

"He slaughtered my entire family that night. And he completely killed the boy named Danzel Parker. I woke up in a highly secure hospital room months later. Creed and my father had managed to save my physical body. But my mother and Isabella were buried in the ground. Fiona was gone, taken by Ethan, and I knew she was already dead. My father became a hollow, walking corpse with no soul left inside him. And me? My heart completely died the exact moment my family took their last breath." Danzel turned to look at me, his blue eyes entirely devoid of light. "That day, standing over their graves, I made a blood vow. I swore I would exact a horrific revenge for their deaths. I swore to slaughter Et

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

“This is exactly why I told you we should’ve told her earlier.” Lucian ignored him. He turned to me, stepping closer, his voice low and steady—too steady. “This wasn’t a warning,” he said. “This was a message.” My lips trembled. “What message?” Lucian held my gaze, dark eyes full of a truth I didn’t want. “He wants you to know,” Lucian said softly, “that your father’s death wasn’t the end.” He reached for my hand. “It was the beginning.” Before I could breathe, before I could react—

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

It was the Voice, twisting words from soothing to harsh, that convinced Cassandra to kill her daughter. She tried that very night, with an ancient machete owned by the first Cassandra. But her daughter had power—so much power. The child, without knowing how, fought off the attack. Undead rose up from the nearby ancient graveyard to take the blows from the old blade—the dead had been called up in a way that frightened Cassandra. Her daughter was a natural necromancer. This frightened her because she had no idea how her untrained and undisciplined daughter had done it.