Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

These were swiftly defeated by joined forces of Kandreah, his sister–the infamous Nethenaiah, my ex Beta Merlius, my daughter, that Wengarthrian commander called Norgarth and his army. I watched him and Aralyn hack through demons in a flurry of swift, smooth and well-coordinated movements. I overheard bits and pieces of their spat while I was still tangled in a fight with Meeran and saw her punching him in the heat of that debate. Is it wrong to say that I felt a bit proud to see my daughter throw a punch at the first commander of the army of Hades’s son? She is feisty and fearless; I love every trait of her personality.

He would be cast out wearing the brand of heretic, forbidden sanctuary in any holding that recognized the Council's authority. "Furthermore," Matthias continued, his voice carrying dark satisfaction, "investigation extends to all who share the tainted blood. Lord Marcus Dawnblade will answer for his crimes. Lady Lyanna Blackwood will be questioned regarding her knowledge of these heresies." "No." The word tore from Kaelen's throat. "They had no part in this fiction you've created. If you need a villain, take me, but leave my family..." "Heresy is a disease that spreads through bloodlines," another Council member intoned. "The corruption must be excised completely."

I added, "Why did you send her to the witches; what was she talking about," I wanted the truth from her, "I sent her to be the virgin offering to our gods," she spilled with her chocked voice, "So, it's you who wanted her daughter to be the offering in the rituals. Why did you do that?" I clasped her neck harder, "I am a witch, and to stay strong, I need to regenerate my power; I offered my elder daughter to the gods, previously. This time also I wanted to offer my Accalia for more power," she smirked,

Then she turned to me, her gaze steady and cold. "Absolutely not." "My physical for the heirship is in three days. I must be in perfect condition." Her chin lifted. "I won't ruin my future because of you." I closed my eyes. Not anger. Just the sensation of falling. "Of course," I whispered. "Your inheritance." Father finally snapped.

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

That all three females were also part of a strange line of women called the Daughters of Hecate. He still didn’t really understand that one. Poppy had explained it like they were a sisterhood who shared similar genetic mutations. Those mutations made them more susceptible to the Lycan gene and thus less likely to die when changed. They also allowed for a type of Power. Poppy compared it to magic. Myrna had told him that she always considered it more like the fae. Eve said it was kind of like being a witch. See, odd. He didn’t fully get it. But he didn’t have to.

“You didn't save me, Father. You buried me alive. And now, I’m digging my way out.” Silas Blackwood stepped forward, his gold-and-sapphire aura flaring in a controlled, lethal hum. “The containment protocol was not an act of mercy, Father. It was an act of genocide. You tried to erase a goddess to satisfy a trade agreement. You traded your daughter’s soul for a silver-lined treasury.” He turned his gaze toward the Council emissaries, who were watching from the ridge. “The heresy you are looking for is not in the Shadow or the Void. It is in the hearts of the men who think they can play God with the blood of the Moon.”

“Every move you make, every step you take… I’m already two steps ahead. But enjoy the thrill. It’s fleeting.” Lucian’s hand found mine, grounding me. “We get through this. Together. No matter what he does.” I nodded, gripping the wooden box, the envelope, and my daughters. “Together,” I whispered. “Always together.” And in that moment, I realized that the true legacy wasn’t just what my father had protected—it was us. Our family. Our bond. And Darius Mercer would soon learn just how dangerous that bond could be. The warehouse seemed to close in around us, the shadows thickening with every movement. Sparks and creaking metal from the triggered trap still echoed in our ears, reminding us that

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."