Firekeeper's Daughter Novels & Stories

He wasn't trying to control the universe. He was trying to prevent another catastrophe. She whispered: "You lost someone." The High Keeper froze. "My daughter." Aria nodded. "She was taken by the Void." "How do you know?" "I remember." His sword lowered. The soldiers stopped. Aria looked at them. "We've been fighting each other because we were afraid." The High Keeper stared at her. "What do you propose?" "Truth." THE MEMORY OF THE DAUGHTER Aria opened her hand. A memory appeared. A young girl.

The blood dripped from between their hands, pooling on the map that lay on the floor between them. "We seek our sister, our friend, our female Gamma. Protector of the weaker members, bringer of peace and truth when necessary. The future of this pack. Whose firstborn son is destined to become our next Alpha. Leader of this pack. Protector of all members, new and old. Beloved leader to The Midnight Moon Pack. Our female Gamma, whose second-born son is destined to hold the rank of Gamma. Protector of the weaker members. Bringer of peace and truth when necessary. The future of this pack. Show us her location."

And then she vanished. Every single time. That dream haunted me for the past two weeks—relentless, vivid, maddening. I’d wake in a cold sweat, Fenrir pacing inside me like a caged beast, snarling at the invisible thread we both felt but could not grasp. So when my scout returned with a name—Lira Fenwick—my blood turned to ice. The daughter of Alpha Tobias Fenwick. Of Duskborne. Hidden in plain sight. Protected. Disguised.

"You would strike down your own daughter? You are no better than the rest of them!" The Keeper's face tightened, his expression a mask of pain. "I do this not as a Keeper, but as a father," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I do this to protect my son, to protect the world from the darkness that threatens to consume it." He lunged, his movements swift and decisive, his sword aimed at Elara's heart. Lila gasped, her eyes widening with horror. Jade stood frozen, her hand clutching her sword hilt, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

He smiled as he met her cross-eyed gaze, captivated by her nervousness and completely unapologetic for trying to steal a glimpse. They worked on different sides of the garage for the next three hours, but the tension between them was as fierce as the fire in her forge. He kept his gaze fixed on her, his mind racing. If her power wasn't proof enough, seeing her work proved she was the Fire King's daughter, no matter how different their ways were. Nevertheless, with that revelation, came a slew of new questions. Who had sent her to perish in the mortal realm? Why? And how had she survived?

The alpha of the pack had a son and three daughters. “When I offered mercy in exchange for loyalty, you hesitated. Now each time I consider you, I will think of that hesitation.” My father recited in his menacing Malakai voice. “In order to assuage my desire for loyalty, I will keep your youngest daughter as a member of the royal harem. I still show mercy by returning your Alpha heir.” He continued as Malakai.

She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans. She gulped when her heart started pounding. She turned to look at her mother. "Do you love father?" She asked. Queen Martina was surprised by her sudden question. But she knew her daughter was scared so she smiled at her and then squeezed her hands. "I love your father. Yes, he was a gift from the Moon Goddess, but I have never doubted my heart. You might think it was because of the mating pull, but I never thought of that. Because if I was born like you, I will still choose your father over any man in this world." Her mother answered.

I tried to heal her, using my powers, but I could not concentrate, The next words to come out of my daughters mouth sent me into a rage. "He will kill her, my baby" she died, pointing towards her husband, I screamed, or Annabell screamed I stood up and just as Franklin raised the knife to kill his daughter I sent an electric current from my left hand towards him, he ducked and ran outside through the back door, leaving his daughter on the dining table, the front door opened I looked behind me to see my sons and Damon, knowing my granddaughter would be OK with them, I ran after Franklin, but by the time I caught him we were in the town square, I produced a fire ball in my right hand and threw

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred. The door of Sector 85’s underground base opened and a man with a built body and a neatly cut beard stepped in. He was the leader of the Hunters of Sector 85. “What’s the progress?” His thick voice attracted the attention of everyone in the room. The second in command, Alice—the leader’s daughter—raised her head from the map she was focused on at the table. “We found Ruth but… but she escaped before we could get to her.” “And Dad… she wasn’t alone. She was being chased by another Alpha werewolf,” she moved closer