Novel & Cerita How To Be A Dark Hero's Daughter

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.”

"D-Dead? No. It can't be... Mr. Watson is... dead?" "Hayden is dead." "How—" "Take me to Arlyaen," she demanded. "I don't have any more time to waste." He stared at her, his ebony eyes wide with disbelief. "He's not someone you should meet on your own," he warned, his tone weighted with concern. "I can handle him on my own." She ended on a firm note. The daughter of the greatest white dragon in history. Were her skills competent enough to fight against the lord of the evils?

Now I know why dad was with me, everytime my mom went out on this long hunt for food and never wanted to take care of me. "I found out that the human girl, that I love but she found out about me being a darkness hunter. The girl that I thought was sweet, I found out hate the darkness hunter and see their as monster. I overhear her talking to our daughter, and I'm not letting our daughter to be alone with her now. "I marry a monster and become the one thing that my dad's didn't want me to become, a baby carry for the darkness. She is going to be like her father and become this ugly creature." My love want outside of hiding to found food and I stay behind with our daughter. Most of the darknes

The voice hissed again. I scanned the room wildly but could not track the person with me. “Who did they kill? Was it Carissa? Did they kill my daughter?” My voice choked at the end. “She suffered great pain because of them. Her last thoughts were for vengeance. I have answered the call.” “Dark Sister—” I gasped as realization sunk in. Dark Sister was the darkest side of the Goddess. The Goddess was known for being firm but fair. She was kind and a symbol of purity and unconditional love. But with the light must come the dark. Dark Sister was the flipside of the Goddess’s glory and love. She answered the call for those deemed wronged. She is the embodiment of Vengeance and Death. She can only

"We are Alphas. We do not yield." "Then we fail," she said, her voice glacial. "And you will all be overwhelmed by the darkness of the Shadow Pack and the betrayal of Theon. The choice is yours. A new way, or an old, broken world that will soon burn to ash." She stood there, holding the diary of her mother as a shield. She was no longer that girl. She was the Omega who would make everything different. She was the Omega who would be her own hero.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

And I hated that, because it meant she was dangerous. Fight dark magic? I didn’t want to. Wenally was faster, stronger, and had decades more experience than I did. Facing her head-on felt like suicide. Call it cowardice if you want, but charging blindly into a fight I couldn’t win wasn’t bravery—it was stupidity. Yet even as doubt clawed at me, one truth remained: I wasn’t just anyone. I was the daughter of Deathro, the god of death. And while I couldn’t reveal the full extent of my power just yet, I wasn’t about to lose to her. Not today.

“It was supposed to be your haven. You don't like quiet places, huh? We only wanted to do you a favor, is that too much to ask? But you decided to be a hero, didn't you? You had to try to expose us.” “I'm not a hero but one thing I know is that, you're not getting away with this, Palmer. Mark my words,” Luke Blackwood’s voice was barely audible, but the defiance was unmistakable. “You can't hide the truth forever. My daughter will get revenge on my behalf.” A wicked, chilling laugh followed. “Your daughter? The girl you thought you had protected? She has been forged into a weapon. I'm expecting her to walk right into my trap. She’s definitely going to come home, exactly the way I planned it.