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

The girl I barely knew then, yet already knew: someone had broken her. And now I had seen who it was. Her father. Not merely a fallen man, not a name the Moon forgot. The master of darkness. No longer just decay, but a creator. He built an army out of what others discarded. Shadow-wolves, misshapen things. A new order. And Nyra… his daughter. Yes, there was a moment when knowing this shook me too. When I asked myself: what if her blood wins? What if her past drags her under? What if she finally finds her home in the shadow?

An ancient evil awakened from its slumber, seeking to plunge the realm into eternal darkness. Mia knew that this was the true test of her heroism. She sought guidance from the wisest beings in the realm and prepared herself for the ultimate confrontation. As Mia journeyed to confront the darkness, she found herself retracing the steps of the hero's legendary quest. The hero's light illuminated her path, reminding her that she was not alone in her mission. With each challenge she faced, Mia drew strength from the hero's legacy. She understood that being a hero was not about having extraordinary powers, but about having a heart filled with compassion and a willingness to stand up for what was

She shivered and took a deep breath. "Sadly, apart from what I was taught as a child, everything else I’ve been taught was dark magic. I guess I really am the daughter of darkness… and now it seems the coven wants me, probably to punish me, to get the spells from me or to use me. God knows." Her voice was pained, despite how much she tried to hide it. Her face held bitterness. Her mug rested on her knee as she drew shapes distractedly in the rug fur with her other hand.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

Besides, almost all of his underlings had the strength of a thousand men, which made the Forbidden City a formidable place. With that reputation, Dark never wanted to have a bad seed; hence, he decided to keep an eye on his daughter’s training. He wanted her to be the heir that surpassed her, the heir that had grappled the techniques he wasn’t able to master in his prime. After all, she’s the only one capable of going beyond his level, considering that her DNA contained Dark’s. “On your feet! Now!” Dark’s crude voice echoed all over the training room. He was standing with his balance supported by a wooden staff, looking down at his seven-year-old daughter curled on the ground, a prick of pai

I guess family credo Family First, Family Always did not apply to me, their daughter. I did not know how Verena found me or why. Perhaps she sensed that I was pulled into the darkness, that darkness lived within me. I did not know. All of us live in the darkness, with the ability to have said darkness within us. Sometimes, the shadow of that darkness controls you, sometimes, you are lucky to control it. However, it is ever-present, ever – yearning, ever-present, ever-hungry for more. It will try to consume you, it will test you, it will slowly but surely chip away at the soul and light you carry within you. And the moment it has turned all your light, all your love into the darkness, the mom

Silently, I promised myself I would find a way no matter what Mother said. I looked into my mother's hard, unyielding eyes. "Mother, I want to learn dark magic," I said firmly. My mother's face went white with horror. "Emma, no! Not! I breathed deep into my belly. "I want to learn it so that I can have an advantage against Ryker. So I can help save the realm." My mother's face softened, but the firmness in her voice didn't falter. "It is not your duty, Emma. You are not responsible for saving the realm. That's my job and that of all the others who have dedicated their life to protecting our home.

Whether I liked it or not, everything was going to happen on her terms and that was simply all that there was to it. I let out a sigh, trying to get more comfortable in the water, and I didn’t know whether or not it was that that snapped her out of the daze that she was in, but by some miracle, she cleared her throat, drawing my attention to her in an instant. She didn’t need to say anything for me to know what was going to come, and I had to admit that it made me feel somewhat relieved. I didn’t know if she was just going to tell me about all of this for the sake of it, but I hoped that it was about kore than that. I hoped that she trusted me. “I am my parents only child - it is why I have

The tall man watched in horror as his two companions gurgled on their own blood, but I didn't have enough time to watch them bleed. Two more soldiers reached me when the one on the outside started rattling the gates. A kick from one of them was blocked, whilst my fist collided with the other. Daggers of shadow jumped between my fingers, swirling over my hands. Knuckle guards, so that my blows would be felt even through their protective plating. Twirling on my feet, I sliced through one knight's throat and imbedded a dagger into the other's brain. There was something wrong, perverted, with the armour they wore. With the blades they carried. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Five more me