Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

I asked, my hand trailing the curves of the frame. Devon followed my gaze, his smile thinning. “Matilda Octavia. Half-witch, half-wolf.” I pretended to be surprised. “A hybrid? Is that even possible?” Devon shrugged. “I wouldn't know. She was feared for it, though. Her powers went beyond ordinary imagination.” “What happened to her?” “I can't give you a history lesson for free,” he smirked. “What do I get in return?” I flushed at his gaze, uncomfortable with the way he looked at me. “I can ask another person,” I replied.

he resolves. "Sarah! She has a name, Sebastian. I don't care what your therapist said or what you think is easier for you to say but her name is Sarah. You are not to reduce our daughter to a thing or some reason to seek futile redemption." The words hurt more than Sebastian anticipates.

Demonica asks. “Well, long ago there is this girl from the normal world who helped your mother Valeriana to fight my followers, her name is Rose. She is strong, meek and brave but so soft. The goddess of Evetora loves them as much and even blessed them with some gifts.” The scary voice said making me look at Demonica then to the place. “So, you are defeated by such persons?” I ask with sarcasm making Demonica look at me with scary glare but when she turns to look at me I see a different face of a scary woman.

[DIANA’s Point of View] “I can’t believe you did this, Diana, Devon! You know what you both are doing is dangerous!” My eyes widened, feeling ridiculous at what was happening after Uncle Liam caught me and Devon exploring the attic when we were forbidden to go there. While fiddling with my fingers behind me, I looked at Devon, who didn’t have any remorse on his face but was looking down at the floor where our little pet was. Even until that moment, we hadn’t decided what to call her. But after Devon and I saw that purple glow in her eyes, we both decided to call her “purple.”

"It's okay, although I'm hungry." Devi took a spoonful of rice when Hecate smiled a bit and praised Devi. Whereas her abilities to sense someone's aura did not seem to work at that moment. The certain issue troubled Hecate even more which confirmed that Devi was not a succubus but some other specie. "Devi is a nice name. Your parents must be picky while naming you, nay?" Zoravec had no knowledge about Devi other than that she was the demoness of lust. And was somehow connected to him but at the moment he became curious about her too. Hecate carefully observed her movements and gestures to make sure what was her weakness.

So why does he look sad? Then unbidden images of the girls who were talking to Akiro earlier appeared in his mind. The girl who leaned close to his mate came to the forefront of his mind. Who was that girl? Heli was sure he didn’t recognise her, though he really didn’t exert an effort to remember insignificant faces. But his mind is nagging him to remember the girl for some reason... Wait... Short blonde hair, fair white skin, small button nose, plump lips... Ashleigh Devianna. The only daughter of the Devianna clan, an elite vampire clan, and a trusted official in the ranks.

She was excited to get out of his arms, and ran to Samoyed to touch his head, the dog gently rubbed her head in her palm, making Cassandra grin. She looked up at Cathy, "Uncle Grandpa, you give it to me, it's mine. I want to give her a new name." Melissa gave him the name Devon when he was warming up. Although it was snow-white and cute, it was also big, with long hair and sturdy hair. That's how it was named. Cathy squatted next to the little girl, touched Devon's head, and said to Cassandra, "Of course, it was Stephanie for Stephanie."

Girls were expected to marry warriors, bear heirs, and stay out of battle. That was the law. That was tradition. That was the curse. But Devika didn’t care about laws. She didn’t want a mate. She didn’t dream of love or dresses or soft futures. She dreamed of war. Of standing at the head of the Nightvale pack. Of seeing Alpha Jaxson fall to his knees and beg for mercy. So she cut her hair, changed her name to Devan, and wrapped her chest in thick cloth every night until it ached.

"Are you Devanna?" Blaze asked softly. I realized he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible. The woman in front of me nodded with a small smile. The girl looked at us with a question mark… there was no fear in her gray eyes… just a question. "Who are you?" She asked in a childlike voice. Her voice shrank and squeaked a little. "Ah… I'm Blaze Deville, Charlie's son." Answered Blaze.