Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

The girl grinned and added, "First off, my name is Freda, and I'm a royal blood soldier. As for the thing I wanted you to see back then, it was just something I remembered; they were vampire hybrids. The beast we must eliminate For all of those creatures, we must hunt them all. They had been hiding for too long, but now that their leader was wook up, they would be wandering around waiting for the damn woman to give them the power of eternity to live in this world you have to stop them before they end this world in their hands. " "I don't understand. They seemed dangerous. And the power of eternity? How?" "They were hazardous, yes. They were wolves, vampires, and witches' adversaries. However

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

“I am the daughter of Eva Petrova. I was born from a marriage my mother never wished for, one that bound her to a legacy of blood she sought to escape.” She paused. The room held perfectly still. “This is my daughter, Zoe. She carries the blood of both my mother and the Volkov family. She is innocent. She is loved. And she will not be erased. Murmurs rippled. The old names watching would understand. Anya’s voice remained level: “For too long, others have tried to decide which legacies deserve the light. Today, we decide for ourselves.” She stepped back. Dimitri’s voice followed—low, firm, final:

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

Kyra responded her voice ringing across the arena with authority Nephilim has a very specific classification they are the children born of fallen angels and man they are abominations half-demons half-human evil corrupted beings, monsters who prey on innocent human beings we learn this at the academy But my father is LORD MICHAEL Kyra announced as she lifted her sword pointing it at the sigil on her backplate over her shoulder There was a collective gasp around the arena and then everyone's voices questioning the truth of what she just said he died for this host Kyra continued ignoring the voices that now fell into a hush everyone was hung on her every word including Gabriel, everyone was on

"She is our daughter—not some cursed relic to be hidden behind stone and warded gates!" Tarek didn't flinch. "I have stood beside you on every battlefield, Xavier. I bled under your banner. But you know I speak not out of cowardice—only survival. If she ignites something we can't extinguish..." Councilwoman Maldra leaned forward, voice like broken glass. "She may no longer be yours," she said grimly. "She may be Flame incarnate. The Codex warned of a child that remembers—not one that obeys."

“I’m sure the little human girl’s mother would want a woman present. My impression of Clementine wasn’t that she’d care about something like that. If she did Margo wouldn’t be the type of woman I’d trust to look at for my daughter around a man I didn’t know. I stayed in the living room ignoring Margo until she decided she would go into my room and sleep in my bed. I didn’t bother arguing with her, I slept in the living room instead. In the morning I checked on the girls and was relieved to see Aaliyah was perfectly fine and there were no incidents. My niece and her cousins were all still completely in their human forms so our secret was preserved. I wondered for a second if Clementine would

He was undefeated in countless battles and had won the hearts of his people. Although, he was feared by many, but to his family, he was a loving husband and father. He had three daughters—Princess Naila, Princess Nilenia, and Princess Natalia. Princess Naila was supposed to inherit the throne, but she was sick and was bedridden for four years now. While Princess Nilenia rejected to be the next heir. The youngest daughter of King Lucius was chosen to be the next ruler of Etholia. That was what everyone thought until a proclamation was given by the king itself.

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.