Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

I held my breath, awaiting his response. "For gosh’s sake, my beautiful young maiden sister was kidnapped, molested, and never to be seen again," Heretic's voice trembled with a mixture of anguish and rage as he broke the silence. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the darkness that lurked in this world. "Never to be seen again by my eyes," Heretic added, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for a glimpse of his lost sister. My heart ached for him, understanding the depth of his pain and the burning desire for justice.

I reached for the Original Rejection. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike my father. I Struck the Legacy. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Paternal Blueprint" on the obsidian floor. I didn't try to save my father; I Invalidated the Birthright. "I AM THE DAUGHTER YOU CAN NEVER CONTROL!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Inheritable Anarchy.

"I must be since we have a servant saying I gave the vibes of someone who would kill birds to get even. That does sound like me. I must be a whore too because I am pregnant. I just have been railed by every man I came across. There we have it, father, the Alpha's daughter is a traitor to the pack and a whore. What happens now?" The words tasted sour on my tongue. My father looked at me with horror in his eyes but he did not back down. He turned to the rest of the council and spoke. "There you have it, my daughter confesses to killing the birds and being a whore. I do not think we need to wait to serve her verdict. I do hope the council will tender justice with mercy and do well to remember t

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.

He sheepishly took another bite of his sandwich as I continued my story. “So, Mama, well, Luna Katherine, said she never should have accepted me as her daughter, and then daddy banished me. I passed out after that and Easton took me to the hospital and we left after I woke up. So Ryan and Hannah were packing my things since I didn’t get the chance to.” I finished. Easton added, “She also called Emily’s mother a whore, called Emily a whore, and Alpha Adam threatened to execute Emily if she returned to Blue Moon territory, so I may have threatened him before we left.” He then popped a grape in his mouth like it was no big deal.

Gera nodded and allowed Thaelen to lay them both down on their sides, tucked into each other, sharing what little body warmth they had between them. “I am a heretic,” Gera whispered, his words slurred by the edge of sleep. “A heretic,” Thaelen repeated without opening his eyes. “I refuse to follow the One God.” “And that makes you a heretic?” “It does.” “And this is what happens to heretics?” “No,” Gera shook his head with a sigh. “This is just the beginning of what happens to heretics.” Thaelen’s clothes began to dry, aided by the heat of Gera’s infection-fever, and with the comfort of the human’s heartbeat beneath the palm of his hand Thaelen drifted into sleep, waking into morning’s light

" Her eyes gleamed as she spoke, the subtle reminder of what she used to be seemingly coming up to her. I listened intently, wanting to know where this led and where it would end. "But fear," she continued, "is a sharp thing. It turns quickly into hatred." She looked at me then, eyes gleaming. "The Daughters of the Veil were cast out. We were hunted, burned alive because we dared to wield what others could not understand." I shivered despite myself. "Dark magic," I whispered, the words tasting like blood on my tongue. "Forbidden magic," she corrected gently. "But only because it is powerful. Because it cannot be controlled by the weak."

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

Josie tilts her head to one side as she answers, “It has nothing to do with you, Layla, but everything to do with your two daughters.” My eyes widen in shock; my body stiffens in fear, my breath quickens, my heart starts pounding in my chest, it feels like it's about to explode; as I stammer, “What do you mean?” “Soren is a descendant of Lycaon, the first of our kind, Layla.” I close my eyes as I run my hand across my forehead and say, “I don't understand.”

"I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois." Elder Marcus' eyes widened in utter surprise and shock. Most of the folks in the dome gasped in shock as well. Katharina and her daughter were greatly delighted, seeing the reaction of the people. It was just as they were hoping. "She is the spawn of that traitor, Margaery, who turned on her own just for some flimsy emotional thrill, and in total disregard, neglected her sacred duties to her community. Who knows, she may have turned out to be the High Witch, instead of me," Katharina said, shrugging with her lips pursed.