How To Be A Dark Hero's Daughter Novels & Stories

But familiar. “Who are you?” I whispered, even though I already knew. She smiled. “I’m what you could have become. I’m the daughter our father wanted.” No. No, it couldn’t be. “I defeated him,” I said, standing in front of Xander and Ryder protectively. “There’s no darkness left.” She tilted her head. “There’s always darkness. It lives in the cracks. In pain. In fear. In revenge. I was born from everything you tried to bury. I’m your shadow, Aria.”

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.

She has a faraway look in her eyes as she looks at the ocean. “What happened to you, Queen Asteria?” I ask as I move to sit beside her and she sighs, giving me a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter. Just know that this dark power in you was born from my despair back then. You have suffered terribly, my child. The dark power recognises you as someone who is worthy of it. But it has attached itself to your daughter. Your daughter, like Dahlia, has a role in the future. She will use this darkness to help bring balance alongside Dahlia. Help her embrace it. This power will always be yours as it was mine and now your daughter’s. It will protect you when needed.” I look at her in shock. How could this s

Even Ronan, with all his dark magic, was struggling against the force I was putting out. "This is what you are," my father continued. "Not some gentle healer, not some weak little omega. You're the daughter of the Shadow King. You're born to rule, to command, to take whatever you want." "I don't want to rule anyone," I said, but my voice sounded different. Darker. "Don't you? Look at them, Maya. Look at how they've treated you. Betrayed you. Used you. Don't you want to make them pay?"

“You left this place am innocent little werewolf. And now you return with blood on your hands. Do you really think Zaphyr will welcome you back?” “I don’t need a welcome,” I said. “I need warriors.” “And what makes you think I’ll help you convince him?” she asked. “Because I’m your daughter,” I said softly, but firmly. “And because you know better than anyone what I’m capable of.” She stared at me for a long moment. “You always were like me,” she said. “Ruthless and unapologetic.” I didn’t deny it because it was true, and I don't regret being like this.

“We are not doing anything. Alexis, do you really want to trust the director’s son. I thought I taught you better.” “He is an ally. He wants what we want.” “All he wants is to succumb the world to terror and anarchy. Like father like son.” Jace's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Do not attempt to know my character old man, if you can not see I am willing to help. Then fine. But when you walk out here I will use a percent of the power you know I have to throw you into a cell and make sure you never see the light of day again.”

“I can’t undo the past. I could hide my abilities forever, like my mother wanted, but I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to live under the shadow of being just the traitor’s daughter. I want to live a good life, to help others, and to do what’s right. I know trust won’t come easily—especially because of who my father was—but…” Her voice trailed, the crackling fire filling the silence. “Being my father’s daughter doesn’t mean I’ll follow his wrong path,” Althea whispered, her voice trembling but firm. “This is my life. These are my choices. And I will walk the path I believe in—the path that seeks peace and order, to make sure no innocent people will ever be harmed again.” “Prove it then

“Yes, you did, you just dont remember. You father is the youngest son of her family. She lives in England. She is different now.” “What do you mean?” “She was a very good daughter of mine, very gifted. She was very blessed as well until tragedy struck her heart. She had two mates, and one betrothed. One of her mates was evil, and her betrothed was dark wizard. Her evil mate, was a snake in the grass, and wanted her only for himself. During a battle to defeat a great evil, her traitorous mate struck and killed the good mate she loved. Feeling his loss, she was consumed by vengeance and grief. When she learned it was her mate that did it. Her hybrid witches powers overwhelmed her. Darkness set

I brushed my thumb gently along his cheek, committing the feel of him to memory. "You chose me," I whispered. "Now it’s my turn." I straightened, the dagger cool and sure in my hand, its weight grounding me in a way fear never could. I would become the thing standing between Damien and the darkness. And anyone who tried to take him from me would learn— I was my father’s daughter, whether I liked it or not.