Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

She took poison rather than face what she’d become. Breathless, I backed away. But the walls kept going. Celeste the Broken. Helena the Betrayer. Morgana the Damned. All the same. Power. Destruction. Death. Madness. Not one happy ending. “This is what you wanted to show me?” I whispered. “Is this my legacy?” Your heritage, the voices echoed from the walls. Your truth. What every daughter of the Silver Fang becomes. “No,” I said, but my voice shook. “I’m different. I can control it. I won’t become like them.”

"And I can take it back." For a moment, only the fire interrupted the silence. Then, slowly, Zerith walked over to the map. She drew a line across it with her gloved hand. "The powerful third daughter of Leviathan. The one whose laughter is like spring and who practises in the courtyard late at night. She is never accompanied then. Alone. Exposed, so this job should be easy for you to achieve." A harsh smile crossed my face. "Perfect." Zerith looked at me once more, her expression unaltered. "And when Hailey reacts?"

Hecate, the Goddess of Witches, seemed to be obsessed with me. "Bold of you to assume I’d ever willingly come back here. Also, if I am not wrong, I am the daughter of Gamma Celeriac. The person who hates you," I shot back. Her eyes widened as if I had hit a nerve. Her eyes darkened, but...

my heart dropped to my stomach when she said her last sentence, and looking at Ezio, I saw that his own eyes were as wide as mine as Cassandra put Ariana down beside me, taking a step forward to stand in front of Killian “the daughter that you sold to the man that you knew was hurting her when she came pleading for help” Everyone around us gasped, and mutters of surprise started spreading around as she turned around “the daughter you despised for being a hybrid” “The daughter that you hated for being as caring as she was” she said, walking back toward us, avoiding looking at me or Ezio “and the daughter that you tried so hard to taint, but failed at every attempt of turning her into a power

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.

So much has happened, and so many secrets have been brought to light, after what I saw in my dream and at her funeral, I knew she was telling the truth. “This is who we are, we are their doppelgangers, their second chance to be reborn. She believes that your birthday is the same day as her daughters, her daughter was a hybrid witch and vampire, incredibly powerful. She had two daughters, one was just as evil, who could wield fire elements. She believes that you are the incarnate of Ravena.” everything she was saying clicked with that dream I had. “It makes sense” she looked at me questioning.

" However, if I went down, I was certain Evelyn would be his next casualty. Jessica was pale as a ghost. "He's a monster masquerading as a man... You're going through with this live stream to shield your daughter, aren't you?" I nodded. "I need Evelyn to witness the truth for herself." My strength was just a whisper in the wind. To take down the demon and honor the memory of the girl gone too soon, I needed a megaphone: a force far greater than myself. That was when Jessica came to mind. Her articles from years back still echoed with a fierce logic and a sacred respect for the truth. She was the ally I had been searching for.

Vladya’s defiance hadn't just distracted her; his rejection of her bond had created a tear in the ritual’s fabric. "Stay behind me." Kaelor didn't wait. He didn't shift. He ran as a man, but his feet left black scorched marks on the marble. "You think a memory can stop the sun?" Hecate screamed. She turned away from the silver sphere, her hands dripping with Aradaa’s stolen power. "I am the daughter of the first night!" She threw a bolt of shadow-fire at Kaelor. He dove, rolling through a pile of rubble.

“I’m not the girl you protected in that basement anymore. I’m this girl’s mother. And I swear, by everything that is sacred, that no one — not God, not the Bratva, not even you — will stop me from destroying whoever hurt my daughter.” My voice cracked for a second, but the hatred held it steady: “Finish whatever you’re planning and do it today. Because tomorrow, when the sun rises, Michael Holloway will no longer be breathing. I’ll make sure of it myself if I have to.” The silence that followed was absolute. Zedekiah let out a low, dangerous laugh, his eyes shining with wild pride. “Fuck, malen'kaya… now you’re really talking like our queen.” Heros pulled me to him with force, his arms wrapp

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.