Romans & histoires How To Be A Dark Hero's Daughter

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.

"Well, let's just say the punishment is a bit much for the crime. Gideon had to find that the hard way." I turned back to Clarke. "So are you willing to do this Alexis? Or are you not the brave hero we thought you were?" I wasn't the brave hero of anything to begin with, whilst there was something in me that screamed no, there was something deeper and more dominant in me that bellowed yes. There was a part of me that wanted to discover Miss Smith's dark side, I wanted to see what I was actually dealing with, without the facade of fake kindness.

“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.

And now that you've come to my kingdom I won't let you go until I kill you. Dark couldn't believe his eyes, he was expecting to see a little girl who would crawl to her feet at the very sight of him and not the most beautiful creature he had set his eyes on. His gaze swept slowly at her body, taking in her features that could drive a sane man and met her glaring eyes. He gave her a sinister smile. She was the daughter of the man who had betrayed his own friend and had made his mother commit suicide afterwards. If he wasn't the son of the five Princes of Hell and had not torn off his mother's stomach and crawled out of it, he would have been long dead.

No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was fine without others, I still wanted to be a part of them. I, Lyra Darko, was the daughter of Alpha Owen Darko of the Frostbite Pack. I should receive be love by my father and mother but I don’t. My mother is dead, my stepmom and stepsister despise me. I’m so sure a part of them wish they could get rid of me.

“There is much power in one’s name, little witch. You would do well to remember that.” My name holds no power. My name is only a reminder of my fall from grace. My descent into darkness before I took my first breath. “You have not been taught the ways.” She hisses. “My hatchlings must also find their way alone.” “How do you know the ways?” “I am born of darkness and stone. Born of the bowels of this cave through the veil of the other world.”