Inuyasha Daughters Novels & Stories

"Take her to the dungeons and make sure she is comfortable." Jarek roughly helps me to my feet. While I hobble on one foot, I stare Jarek's father in the eyes. I refuse to show that I am in pain. I am my mother's daughter after all. Squaring my shoulders I hold out my hand for the Alpha to shake. "I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I AM Keena Lyall. Daughter of King Erebus and the Hybrid Queen Ella Lyall. And you are making a very big mistake."

The criminal’s daughter found a mate? “Stand up, Inka,” Derek called to me. “Let everyone see you.” My legs trembled as I forced myself to stand. Around me, I could hear whispers starting up. “Is that her?” “The cursed girl?” “The corrupt Alpha’s daughter?” “This has to be a joke.” “Yes, everyone. Inka Ravencrest. Daughter of the disgraced Alpha, Marcus Ravencrest.” “The same Inka,” Derek continued, “who kill her own mother just by being born. Who brings bad luck and suffering to everyone around her.”

He’s an Eastern Alpha; I’m sure things worked differently over there. “And this,” he says as he finally pulls a young girl closer, and the cherry blossom scent overpowers me. “This is my youngest daughter, Umiko and her handmaiden Yui.” When I lay my eyes on the girl, I see what Andreas means by that she’s not my usual type; she’s completely plain, with jet back hair that reaches her tiny waist, dark hooded eyes which slant upwards, thin lips, a dimpled chin and a tiny, petite body. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and I see something shift behind her dark eyes as her heartbeat starts to quicken.

After years of tracking down the descendents of Azura, and the descendents of the three daughters, I had learned that only the female descendents inherit the power of nightmares and mind-control. It wasn't easy to find all of them, but I had help. I had spent days and nights pouring over the books, and a million records, to track down all of them. There weren't that many, anyway, but I knew we could do anything we wanted, even rule Draconia, with the power bestowed upon the daughters by Ikheli. Nothing would stop us, then. No one could. Tymeria switched on the overhead light and the soft yellow glow of the light pulled me out of my thoughts. The dungeon smelled like dank, putrid air when the

And Luna—daughter of the Demon King, Heir of the Moon— Would be *ready.*

I cross my arms as I say it, and Aika nods in agreement. Artemis giggles at my words, to which she adds. “You have always been my favorite, Isabella. Your rebellious spirit, your generous soul...” Artemis approaches me, takes me by one hand and places the other on Aika’s head, while saying. “You are our daughters. You are our greatest creation. Never forget it. Only you can overcome what is coming. Use your ingenuity and you will succeed. Now come back, my daughters. Your mate is waiting for you.”

I never imagined he could be so enraged over her. He turns his attention into Tito, he was taken aback just seeing him. "Y-You!" He exclaimed. "Who are you? And what are you talking about when you say my daughter is your master?" "What is he on about, Seth? I know Isla is an assassin, but what does he mean by her being his master?" Tita turns to me with confusion on her face. Looks like they had no idea her daughter was the founder of the Azoukawa clan in Japan.

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

"Well, I think you're ready." She stood up and looked at herself in the full-sized mirror. She was wearing a white halter-top dress with a plunging neckline, emphasizing her breast. Her long black straight hair had no ornaments, but it was soft like a prairie grass that danced in a summer wind. It gives contrast to her blue eyes and pinkish small face. "You're breathtaking, my love. Those men will kneel with your beauty." Her mother complimented her. The youngest daughter of King Lucius and Queen Martina had not been seen by everyone. Unlike her two older sisters, Princess Natalia rarely attended parties. She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,