Firekeeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

Her father. “Kodiak, it’s me. You’re safe.” He has his hands raised as he takes slow steps around me to stand in front of his daughter when she snaps her jaws at him and he stops. “Kodiak, calm yourself. It’s me, your father Fenrir.” She growls again when she stands, saliva dripping from her lips. The IV line being pulled out with her movements.

Seeing the tears in my eyes, he got as close to the bars as he possibly could. “I wish I could give you a hug right now, baby sister. I really do.” Ryker said. Trying to control his tears. He knew that the guards were going to report back to dad and he hated cry babies. But I don’t care right now. My mom was gone and then I remembered her whispering that name to me. Nicole Everstone. A name that I had never heard before, but she has the same last name as us. How is that possible?

I heard a voice but cannot see someone around. It must be the guardian of the portal. "I am Erika Summer." I said. I heard a growl. " Intruder!" He exclaimed. I roleld my eyes and state my name again. "I am Erika Summer Hale. Daughter of Killer Hale and Diana Hale, the younger sister of Alpha Kyro Hale." The voice cleared its throath. "Kyro. Oh, you are clear now. Go ahead." He said. Its like the identity checker. Like I said earlier the humans and werewolves are not in good terms. Even if I brought Damian with me, he could not get pass through the guardian of the portal.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard some movement and he could see a figure in the smoke. “Jasmine? Is that you, my dear?” He asked, hoping it was her. The smoke cleared a little and the figure got closer and when it was close enough, Garin could see now that it wasn’t Jasmine; it was Kari. The demon was covered in burns, cuts and bruises but he was still in one piece and when Garin saw him, he was filled with so much rage. “What have you done to my daughter?” Garin roared in anger and ran at Kari.

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

The disruptive waves became fuel for her power. "That's not possible," the attacker stammered. "The disruptor should be neutralizing her abilities." "My daughter isn't a normal supernatural. She's an eighth-generation daughter. Your tech doesn't work on her." I let my own power flare, Alpha command backed by Daughter gifts. "Now drop your weapons and explain who sent you." They didn't drop their weapons. They opened fire with the tranquilizer rifles instead, trying to hit me while Luna was distracted maintaining her shield. Luna reacted faster than I could.

Dawn is breaking. The long night is over. The fear is gone. I look at them. My wolves. Aureliano, the Father, his eyes locked on mine with a promise of eternal devotion. Ciro, the Protector, his hand captured by the daughter he swore to shield. Spadino, the Joy, already planning how to spoil her. And me. The Mother. I look down at my daughter. She has stopped crying. She is looking at us, her dark eyes wide, absorbing the faces of the monsters who will burn the world to keep her safe.

That smile shaped from aching grief and faded lullabies. “Mother,” she whispered. But her mother didn’t look at her. She looked through her. Her twin stepped forward and spoke what Selena dared not. “You’re the Flame’s Warden. She’s the one who stayed behind when we ran. That’s all we know.” Selena’s mother lifted her head slowly, and her eyes—once bright with lullaby skies—were rimmed in spiraling black. “I was the Heartbearer,” she said, voice hollow. “And I burned my daughters to keep the Gate sealed. But one survived. A mistake.” The Spiral roared behind her. Selena’s skin began to glow.

Her long dark curls bounced against her shoulders, and under the bright sunlight, the small white strands of hair along her left temple shined like pure silver threads. Seeing my daughter walk so beautifully as the flower girl made tears of intense happiness spill rapidly over my cheeks. I couldn't help but shed tears as I watched her. Just six months ago, my heart had been consumed by terrifying nightmares of an evil woman putting a blade to her small throat. But now, looking at my sweet girl, I knew she was safe. She possessed sacred Darkfire powers just like me, growing stronger every single day, and she had a fiercely loving, powerful father sitting right beside me to protect her from an