Death's Daughter Novels & Stories

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

The assembly gasped , Ryker’s jaw dropped , Kaelia’s arms trembled. Iris spoke, voice clear and unchildlike: “Mother, I am Death.” Silence shattered like glass. A heartbeat hung, an eternity passed. Nyra’s blood froze. She took a faltering step forward. “Iris?” The child tilted her head, ancient malice gleaming in her dark pupils. “I was born amid sacrifice, baptized in prophecy... I am Death, the final reckoning.” Selene caught Nyra’s arm. “We have unleashed something beyond our bonds.”

Hunk said smiling at her mockingly "You enjoyed the respect and fear the girls had for you because of me. Now it's your turn to face my wrath." "Oh! My goodness, I've made a terrible mistake." She murmured to herself and wept silently, giving up on trying to stop him from killing them both. Hunk lit the matches and threw it on the bed, he watched as the bed engulfed in flames. Madam screamed and struggled to stand up and run but the rope tied around her body made it impossible. As her body burned she wriggled but it was of no use, as she caught up in flames. Hunk staggered towards the door and collapsed on the floor as he turned the doorknob, suddenly there was a loud explosive sound and the

"Mom, you used to say those paintings were beautiful. Remember?" The second Mom remembered the paintings in her bedroom and realized they were made with her own daughter's blood, she screamed and fainted. Vera glanced at her with disgust and kept going. "I gave her a chance to live. "Before she died, I let her call you. "But every single one of you rejected her. Hahaha! "If even one of you had checked on her, she wouldn't have died. "But none of you cared. "And if nobody cared about her, what was the point of keeping her?

“Retainer transfers. Estate research reimbursement. A donation to a legal advocacy foundation my aunt sits on. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that says, please send Don D’Caputo’s daughter into Luca Moretti’s city and detonate his life.” I stared at her. “Is that what you were supposed to do?” Her eyes lifted to mine. “I was supposed to ask questions.” “And you didn’t wonder why someone wanted those questions asked now?” “Of course I wondered.” “But you came anyway.” Her expression hardened. “My father is dead.” The words were not loud. They did not need to be. For the first time, I heard the daughter beneath the strategist. Not the elegant woman in white who walked into New Zenith like a blade.

"I must be since we have a servant saying I gave the vibes of someone who would kill birds to get even. That does sound like me. I must be a whore too because I am pregnant. I just have been railed by every man I came across. There we have it, father, the Alpha's daughter is a traitor to the pack and a whore. What happens now?" The words tasted sour on my tongue. My father looked at me with horror in his eyes but he did not back down. He turned to the rest of the council and spoke. "There you have it, my daughter confesses to killing the birds and being a whore. I do not think we need to wait to serve her verdict. I do hope the council will tender justice with mercy and do well to remember t

I ask her when he chuckles at me with a slight shake of her head. “Who are you?” I blink at her, ok is she having a moment? “It’s me mom, Gaia, your daughter. You know, the daughter of Fenrir, the Goddess of Hell, the Harbinger of Death.” She smiles big at me. Ok. “There she is. I’m glad you know who you are. Shame you don’t know what to do with it, though.” She shrugs as she chuckles at me. Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me.

I demanded once more from the elders, but no one responded. I turned to my mother. “Where is dad? Why isn’t he here with you and Caleb?” “Miss Daciana Hart. You are standing before the elders today on trial for the murder of the Alpha, Nathan Hart, who was stabbed with a knife found in your possession,” an elder declared. My eyes widened in surprise. “Did you just say my father is dead? More importantly, are you accusing me of murdering him?” “Ciana, just tell them the truth so we can end this,” my mother said with bitterness in her voice.