Death's Daughter Novels & Stories

"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 looked sternly at her and this time she didn't flinch out of fear. She's telling the truth and a hot burning fire sparked in my blood. I can't wait to get my hands on the spawn of Tabitha. She would pay dearly for her mother's sins in body and soul. So Hades’ finally caught up with someone affiliated with our father's killer and it wasn't the woman but her daughter... interesting.

He tried to sound strong "I need you to take my position, as the Queen of the Cosa Nostra, I know it is earlier than we planned but..." He let out a sigh "... But I don't see myself recovering from this" "Father, I will honor you as your daughter" I nodded I was never good with emotions, I understand them but I had a hard time figuring out how I felt. As I sat on my father's bed, all I could think about was how weak he was, how his breathing was shallow and his skin turned a greyish pale, how his hands where trembling and how his eye lids appeared heavy. I knew the signs, He wasn't going to make it.

“Mother!” “L—Lillith,” the woman in the bed says softly, and I can hear the rattle worsening. “My love, my firstborn.” Our daughter throws herself beside the bed, tears spilling from her eyes. “Mother, I’m here. I’m here.” My eyes close when I hear the final gasp. Death lowers the curtain, taking away the woman who has been in my every breath for as long as I remember. I hear my daughter’s sobs, but tears no longer come to me. The hand I’m still holding is growing cold, limp now. I tear my gaze away from the still figure in the bed and look at the portrait hanging on the wall, just behind the bed.

I glared hatefully at the broken, bloody mess that was my body and at my family standing nearby. If I could speak, I would’ve screamed, “Look at me! I’m dead! Are you happy now?” I imagined that, at last, they’d feel regret—that they’d finally realize they should have loved me. But they didn’t. My dad dismissed all the housekeepers and shook his head coldly. "How childish,” he muttered. My mom was trembling slightly, but not a single tear fell. She pressed her lips together and sighed deeply. “What a foolish child.” But beneath that sigh, there was a hint of relief.

By the time her two heartbeats stopped beating, she didn't have any arms nor feet attached to her body. I am in Aquarius Waters forest, as they haven't found me, but I do assure them this one thing, when I'm done with these people, they will feel the same pain my daughter died for. Oregon didn't know anything but followed her mom like an idiot, and she died. She died because she trusted her mom, a hybrid woman who was about to kill them in return. **

Different clickings rushed through her mind in the form of words. "We need a Bride." "Bring me my Bride!" "We need a portal." "---Someone with a link." Her face hardened with determination at that last thought. Taking the bull by the horns, she charged towards Death, screaming and crying. "My daughter! No! Please, she didn't do anything wrong! Take me instead, get her off that boat, and take me as a sacrifice. Please, I will do anything for my daughter." With her outburst, different Thanis rushed to the scene but before they could get to her, Death got to her first, raising his scythe to take her as she had begged.

“We’re family. Whatever it is, we should discuss it together!” After my father died, the four of us fought viciously over the inheritance. Catherine tried to drive me out of the house. Blair targeted me at every turn. Chloe schemed behind my back for even the smallest scraps of property. Yet, none of them had truly wanted me dead. On the contrary, the one I had loved did. That slow, terrifying sensation of life draining away had filled me with despair so deep that even the three women who despised me couldn’t bear to look at my corpse. Now, we had a common enemy, and for once, we were standing on the same side.

"You loved us the way a woman loves a diamond and a stone. She keeps both in the same box but she only ever holds one up to the light." My mother flinched and her mouth opened and nothing came out and she sat there with her lips parted and her eyes wet and empty and my father was looking at the table like he wanted it to swallow him. "Your other daughter is dead," I said. "Octavia is dead. I killed her. She was working with a dark witch and she killed ten children with a plague and I put my hand on her throat and her heart stopped." My mother's face went blank. My father closed his eyes.

I can’t handle that right now. I’m Everly Sasha Shadows, daughter of Zane Shadows and the granddaughter of Death. Failure should never be an option, and yet I failed. I failed so fucking hard that I don’t want anyone else to know, let alone my grandfather that is a god. It’s bad enough that Dad knows. I can’t handle anyone else knowing, not right now. I have to be able to find a way on my own to save Sebastian. With Dad and Mom's help, there has to be a way for us to figure it out. Going to Death is the last resort. A desperate attempt that I’m not ready for. Plus, if he finds out I failed, he might not want me to help with the underworld, and I don’t think my confidence could take that hit