Firekeeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

I can't stay quiet for long. There's no sign of the Creftus in the area after we killed the Mantis. If my hunch is correct, it went to the place where the king of the Huluwas are resting. And that place is in the Holy See. "Daughter? Who?" Alistair frowned out of confusion. "He's talking about that young girl sitting in the snake's body. That's our daughter, the Ice Fire Phoenix who just helped you killed that monster out there." Jevro pointed his finger to Devaugn's direction.

She brushed him off and walked passed him towards the bed. Piggy eyes widened as she was about to sit on the bed but before he could complain she beat him to it, “I'll definitely repay your kindness when I get the chance.” She sighed hapily as her bum touched the bed. “Right now, there's so little I can do for you, after all, I'm still one of Azarael's dogs.” “No you're not Azarael's dog, you're the daughter of Lilly Agatha Sinora, the seventh keeper of the Thestryn valley—”

My mind floated back to the confrontation in our mother’s living room. “I don’t care what he’s done.” Annabelle hissed, stomping her foot. “Mom wouldn’t want us to leave him here.” “But if he hadn’t tried to pull his cons, she would still be alive. He invited these hunters, fucking mobsters to boot, into our lives.” I bellowed. “Your whole plan relies on me actually being this Alpha’s daughter.” Lizzy whispered, interrupting the argument. “I won’t go anywhere without Deven.”

Daciana’s P.O.V Mother and I returned to my bedroom after the elders passed their judgment. She was fuming with rage, but never said a word. We got inside the room and she began packing my clothes into a bag without looking at me. “What are you doing?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer. “Mother,” I called, but again, she didn’t answer. “Stop ignoring me, Mother. What are you doing?” I demanded. She sighed, wiping a teardrop from her eyes. “The Elders just passed their judgment declaring the heir of the pack a rogue. If word gets out to the villagers that you killed your father–they’ll burn you alive.”

She pressed them close, feeling their warmth , yet something darker stirred. Behind her, Selene’s eyes narrowed. “Mother,” she whispered, “look upon her.” Nyra turned, hands trembling. Seated upon the shattered throne was a single figure: her eldest daughter, Iris Ashfire, once thought stillborn, now standing in obsidian armor threaded with molten veins. She was eight summers old, her skin burned with living fire , her hair fell in sparks like cinders. Her eyes, however, were impossible pools of endless night. The assembly gasped , Ryker’s jaw dropped , Kaelia’s arms trembled.

I held Astraea tighter. "What happens?" For the first time... the Keeper hesitated. That frightened me more than any answer. "What happens?" She destroys them. Kazan breathed out. "Then they deserve it." The Keeper's eyes flashed. All of them, Alpha. Silence. The armies. The mountain. The Wolf Lands. The neighboring human territories. Millions who have never heard her name. My knees weakened. " No." She cannot yet distinguish grief from intent. Her power answers emotion before reason. I stared down at my daughter.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Still, I tried to reason with the adult in him. “Are you sure you want your right-hand guy to babysit your college student daughter?” My father sighed. “Amber, you’re my daughter. The next heir of Blood Moon. Why wouldn’t my right-hand man be up for the job? And he isn’t babysitting—he’s protecting you. And Hunter is the only man I trust to protect you.” Oh good Deity. “Besides, what father can stand having his daughter—college student or not—stalked by some imbecile.”

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“You think you’re writing a new chapter, Miss Petrova. But blood remembers. It drags us back.” Anya smiled—sharp and quiet. “I’m not writing a new chapter. I’m closing the book.” She turned to go. But Dasha’s final words stopped her at the threshold: “If you walk away from this name, from me, Milan will rise. And he will not show your daughter mercy.” Anya didn’t look back. Her voice floated like steel over glass: “Then he’ll find out how dangerous a forgotten daughter can be.” She left the conservatory without another word.