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

I'm telling you nothing but the truth I might be cold towards you but I love you as my daughter and I care about you I wouldn't let that man rip you apart once again I will find out the truth as to why he did that to you and fight for what is right she muttered and I smiled, Thanks for supporting me mom even though I once hated you but now that have known what happened am going to find that bastard and punished him hard for what he did to me I can't let him go after he destroyed my family and he took everything that I love away from me I will make him pay for this I promise I muttered as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Liliana, don't let us go back to our old self this is a new beginning for u

“Your assessment is flawed.” “I am from a generation of folks who have dated being light for as long as the word dated being in existence. Her mother is the queen of light fae, it is practically impossible for our daughter to be dark.” My father argued. I looked at the head panel with hope that sprung at my father’s statement. “She is not only a dark witch but one of the most powerful to ever exist, she left the test before it ended. That is defying the power of the entire panel, me included.” The male spoke once more and this time both of my parents spoke at the same time.

Still… that aside, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me, despite the storm of emotions already drowning me, especially when Damian offered to help me in. And I wouldn’t deny the sharp jolt of electricity that shot through me at the mere contact, his skin brushing against mine. But what unsettled me even more was the simple, humiliating truth… This was the first car I had ever stepped into in my entire life. Anyone would question how that was even possible, considering I was the daughter of the former Beta of a powerful pack as wealthy as Darkshades. But then… What do you expect of a despised daughter? One who had been isolated her entire life, only ev

Just as my eyes widened at the enraged, uncontrollable crowd,a voice cut through the chaos. “Listen to me,” I turned towards the familiar voice and saw my daughter. “Kaela! What are you doing? Get back now.” I shouted sternly. Behind my daughter was Clara. Clara stepped forward, raising her hand. “I know you don’t trust her, but here I stand as someone from your town. She paused then continued. “I failed you. I saw what was happening but I kept quiet and this is my fault.” Then she gestured towards Kaela. “This is Kaela, the Alpha’s daughter and she’s not just an ordinary child. She’s becoming a young sorceress and her parents are not afraid of what she’s becoming. They support her.”

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.

She took poison rather than face what she’d become. Breathless, I backed away. But the walls kept going. Celeste the Broken. Helena the Betrayer. Morgana the Damned. All the same. Power. Destruction. Death. Madness. Not one happy ending. “This is what you wanted to show me?” I whispered. “Is this my legacy?” Your heritage, the voices echoed from the walls. Your truth. What every daughter of the Silver Fang becomes. “No,” I said, but my voice shook. “I’m different. I can control it. I won’t become like them.”

Going back to school, facing Celeste's smug face, watching Ronan marry someone else while pretending I didn't exist, it made me want to scream. "Or?" I whispered. His smile was like sunrise and sunset all at once. "Or you can come with me. Learn what you really are. Discover the power that's been sleeping in your blood for generations. Become Lunara Blackthorne, the last daughter of the Shadow Queen." Shadow Queen. The words sent electricity through my veins. They felt right in a way that made my wolf howl with recognition. "Is there a catch?" I asked, even though part of me didn't care if there was.

The veins of dark energy that ran through the stone pulsed with information—echoes of every moment of Emma’s journey, her battles, her defiance, her choices. She was becoming stronger. Too strong. His ancient face was set in a grimace. For eons he had walked the corridors of gods and monsters alike. He had fed on the grief of broken souls, had risen to power when others fell to rot and time. Yet his own daughter—his blood, his creation—was proving more unpredictable than he had ever anticipated. “She has the heart of a war goddess,” he muttered. “And the restraint of a healer.” It made her dangerous.

He had called her ungrateful, she had called him a monster. Now, it seemed he wanted her dead. Jade appeared, barefoot, wrapped in a black silk robe, her hair braided down her back like a serpent. She sat beside Grace and studied her daughter’s face. “Still loyal to him?” “No,” Grace whispered. “But I didn’t think he’d go this far.” Jade placed a hand on Grace’s. “Children inherit their parents’ darkness. But you’ve carried too much of ours. Give it back.” Grace blinked at her, surprised by the gentleness in her voice.

And yet the repulsed darkness in her eyes made it clear she was a heartbeat away from sinking her fist into his face. She was the daughter of an Alpha, a female Alpha of her own right. She was strong even if she hadn't been raised to fight. After all, she had been one of his strongest warriors in the future when they had had to fight off roving rogue wolves as well as Gold Nation enemies. To fight her here wouldn't just be a matter of grabbing her by the wrists and pinning her to the wall like he wanted to. She might hurt him, in truth. He was confident he could still take her, but even still...