Devil's Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Xerxes was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Daemon waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Daemon," Xerxes repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here.” Daemon said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Xerxes sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

Summer sat on her father’s lap while he and Carmilla sat side by side at the pool’s edge, their feet dangling in the water. I couldn’t hold back my tears this time. They looked like the perfect family, laughing together like I didn’t even exist. I pressed a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. No… That’s my daughter. That’s my Summer Frost. "That’s my daughter. That’s my daughter." I whispered the words over and over, as if repeating them could ease the ache in my chest. If Helios didn’t love me anymore, so be it. But please—don’t let them take my daughter away from me. I’m her mother. I am.

ADAM I could not find peace tonight, seeing that girl, it felt like I had gone back in time. She was the spitting image of my Selene. And I couldn’t stop thinking about whether that girl was my Ayla, the daughter we had to hide. I never heard what her name was, but I heard them talking about a lone wolf saving her when that fucking heir attacked her. Could it be my father? who, after all these years where still alive, and around to look after her.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

Sakura looked up to see Alaina and Tara standing before them, glaring down at her. Tara pulled Darcy away so hard that it caused him to fall back and land on his backside. “Get away from her, Darcy!” she said. “She’s the devil’s daughter, don’t you remember? Or have you gone away for so long that you’ve forgotten?” Alaina said, “Yeah, Darcy. She’s the devil’s daughter.” “She’s not.” Darcy protested, frowning at the girls. He got up and glared at them. “Now leave us alone.”

She was really a good con artist. She told him before that her last name was Devon, Bae Devon and she was a club goer went club dancer to loosen her financial tightness. He didn't even know that everything about Bae Devon is fake, like she wasn't really a regular performer in the club, and she was never a daughter of a police officer in Boulder.

The child who she chose to give birth to even when her bloodline was accursed, Selaphiel knew that the Heavenly World had no room for her daughter for she was also a wielder of darkness. “Maleficent.” Selaphiel savored the name of her daughter. Before, she would only call her ‘halfling’, but now after acknowledging Maleficent as her own she wanted to call her daughter’s name. YOU MOTHER IS definitely stalking you and it is creepy as heck, Maleficent,” said Levi the Envious. He was lounging in her room’s couch. The crackling of the fireplace and the zaps of the lightning bolts were muted upon Levi’s voice.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

She narrowed her eyes at him before responding,"And isn't it a surprise that Winchester demigod was found drunk in someone's backyard, and got saved by a girl who he tortured sometime ago, and probably is getting one of the worst hangovers ever?!" She gave him a very evil smile. "You are Jezebel, Eve, Delilah, Heriodias, and Lucifer's daughter all in one. Thanks for last night anyways. I must have been a mess." "You know even a name from the Bible?" She asked, in mock pretense. "Who would've thought? You're welcome by the way. I gotta go now." She was up from the bed in a second, and in the bathroom packing her stuff in the next.

“YOU ARE A WITCH!” “YOU ARE A CHILD OF A DEVIL!” “GO TO HELL!” “LEAVE US ALONE!” “CURSED ONE.” ‘Cursed one’. That is the name they gave her, the mark of their accusations as they claim that she is the daughter of the Devil himself. An omen, the Daughter of Darkness, and everything that comes with their hate, fear, and warry towards her where they associate with, as they brand her since she was three. Because unlike them, unlike ours, she is peculiar. Different from the rest and unlike any other kids. Her red eyes that resemble thick blood, her dark hair comparable with the shadows of the night, and her pale skin that somehow shines under the full moon are the things that everyone claims to b