Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

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

Stories of children who had a different emblem assigned to their genders, that is males who had blue and females who had red, were said to be jokes played by the gods who already made it known that the child was faulty and they were killed immediately they were born, this children, were only ever under the Hestia and Hermes familia, never the others. She did not understand why Zeus had picked her daughter this way. Nektaria knew that if it was known by Charilaus or the other Familias, her daughter would be killed immediately and for that reason, she never left her daughters side. She prayed that her daughter would awake, that Zeus would pity her daughter and let Hera take her back, she praye

Then the Luna picked up one of the twin girls. “Hertha Taylor, that is the name of my oldest daughter, Sage,” she called across the room as she passed the little girl to her mate. “And guess who her godfather is? None other than Prince Herod himself. I bet that he has a lot of work on his hands now and no time to romp around in Human Town.”

The Vatican air was cool and dry, ancient stones humming with a history soaked in blood. The scroll crackled under her fingertips — centuries-old parchment sealed not just with wax, but with curses. She was the daughter of a ghost. The heir of a legacy everyone had worked hard to forget. As her eyes scanned the trial transcripts — the betrayals, the excommunications, the secret executions buried by the founding members of the Council — her lips curled into a cold, elegant smile. They thought they’d erased her mother.

Selfsame formless essence consigned to whirling eternally toward eternal night. The first daughter stood at the precipice one last time. She glanced at Lyra who was still leaning against Draven, barely awake. Their eyes locked and something flashed between them. Legacy. Understanding. Love across centuries. “Go tell my daughters,” the First Daughter said. "All the Lunas who share my blood in their veins. They don’t have to kill themselves in order to be worthy. Live. Love. Be free. They are the revenge I have desired all my life.”

she whispered under her breath gently. "Hecate won't help you and even if she tries, she knows better than to get in the way of the daughter of the Elven King. I'm the mother's spirit; she bows down to me. So save your prayers. " I snapped. It was Hecate's fault that I'm in this now. It was her hold on her children that corrupted their minds. she likes being worshiped and held high. She could have easily rejected the falsities of the mate bond, yet she let it get this far.

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

They scurried out of the room like frightened mice. I was rendered completely speechless by this exquisite display of power. In an awestruck voice, I muttered, “Who exactly is she? How can a single person wield so much power?” “She is the wereheretic,” My father’s reply sent my mind reeling. I had never heard that term before.

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

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.