Father Daughter Manga Novels & Stories

My eyes closed briefly as her pain reached me through the bond while the final remaining power inside me stirred painfully once more. “You do not need to fear,” I whispered gently into her mind. “Yours will never leave you.” Silver light shimmered faintly beneath the newborn’s skin almost immediately, flowing softly across her tiny body like moonlight beneath water before the child suddenly twitched, a soft cry finally escaping her lips followed quickly by another as Isolde froze completely, a broken sob escaping her while Fiora stared down at the crying child in stunned disbelief.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

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

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

He still had his war leathers on from council. "What happened? Who—" His eyes found me on the bed, pale, and his face went terrible. "Who hurt my daughter?” "Nothing hurt her, my love," Mother said, and her voice was shaking with a laugh and tears at once. She ran to him, grabbed his huge hands. "Daemon, she is with child. Dorina is with child!" For a second, my father, who has never bowed to anyone, who made armies kneel with a look, just stood there with his mouth open.

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

I could see everyone fled the area from sheer panic while others just stared in total shock. "Dad!" I cried again. My father punched one of the remaining robbers and pushed through the wind towards me, but this time, he was blown ten feet into the air and fell back onto a tent's roof. I heard myself screaming from a flaring pain. It was as if my body was swimming in a river of flame. Tears burst from my eyes. Within seconds, I actually watched my fingers disintegrated into golden energy dust. It drifted like wind-blown sand towards the sky. Other parts of me followed like burning ash. Then my mind was engulfed in darkness.

I lay her in my room before leaving her to do some research. In the last few weeks, I learnt some interesting things about her. Her tattoos and piercings are something I will never get over. When you look at her, you would never think she’s the kind of person who would have such, and yet she does, and she rocks them. She’s a really awesome person all in all, when she’s happy that is. Ever since Silas told me who her father is, I’ve been reading up on legends and prophecies regarding the daughter of good and evil, which is what she technically is. There are loads of them, and they all have their different endings.

Translate: "Yes, she is my only daughter and my heir." Mr. Hiroto nodded and smiled at me when our eyes met. He then turned to Dad and tapped him on the shoulder. "Anata no musume wa hahaoya to onaji kurai utsukushīdesu. Anata wa tada kanojo no midori no me ni nite iru dake desu. Hahaha!" In English translation: "Your daughter is as beautiful as her mother. You merely resemble her green eyes. Hahaha!" I smiled at Mr. Hiroto's words bowed in gratitude. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Mr. Hiroto. It's an honor to meet you," I expressed my thanks.