Loki's Daughter Romane & Geschichten

In the upper compound, Hakob was in the administrative records room, reading three months of duty logs by spirit-lamp light, looking for what the stone had told him in the drainage channel. And in the corridor between them — between all of them, between everything this place had built and everything I was building inside the ruin of it — a girl with bloodied hands and obsidian hair and a cracked jade pendant burning against the black mark on her chest sat in the dark and breathed, and breathed, and breathed. Eleven days. Ten, now. She would be ready in eight. ~~~

I heard my father chuckle. "Son, this isn't the time to joke," he replied. "Father, I am not joking. Kiaria Wright, the adopted daughter of Winston and Sakura Wright, is the biological daughter of the High Priestess. The locket among her belongings when she was left in the care of the Wright's proves her birthright." I expected my father to say something right away, but there was a long pause.

Leif stepped closer, touching her chin to lift her eyes toward the light. "It's not Loki, little Princess. He can't have you, and he knows it. It is for- bidden for Loki to take one of our kind from this world or the afterlife. Brenna, wake her," he stated, turning his head toward the dark corner of the room. "Either wake her or take her away from the pain, Brenna Haralson. Your daughter suffers because you're holding her to you. She cannot be inside both words."

I said, dropping into a respectful bow. "Come here, my child," the Old Matriarch called out, her face softening into a warm smile as she gestured for me to sit beside her cushion. She reached out, taking my cold fingers into her trembling, warm hands before glancing toward Ross. "Ross, this is your future Luna. The promised daughter of the Lykaon bloodline, Gorgo. Gorgo, this is the third son of our house, Ross." "Ross..." My voice cracked slightly, his name leaving my lips like a delicate prayer.

The Lycan lost his mind so deep was his grief, and the sight of his tiny daughter was too much for him to bear, she was so like her mother he could not tolerate her being nearby him. The servants watched as he gave his son all his love and shunned the baby girl, the Healer tried to get him to change his attitude saying his daughter needed him as much as his son but he could not even look at her. When he took matters into his own hands his Pack were appalled by his cruelty, he ordered her maid to take her to the boundary of his lands and leave her there for the Rogues to devour. In tears, the poor maid fell to her knees and begged him not to do it, pleading that the little girl was the innoce

Loki So today is my brother’s funeral and I don’t think that realize that It a golem instead of me yet but they will soon realize it well my plot for kidnapping the Queen herself is starting to form and I know that I will be able to kidnap her and force her to take me as her second mate, I will also have her making changes to the kingdom they way I seem fit first by starting to break some of the alliances that have been formed I don’t like some of the communities that she has alliances with and I need to make sure that I can start wars throughout the kingdom because I want war I want death because that what we need we have had this for thousands of years what is the difference now why shou

She was still his daughter after all, regardless of blood relations. … Nova “Your daughter is a werewolf! How could you enroll her in a human school?!” I froze, nearly dropping the grocery bag in my hand as I entered the kindergarten. I had just come to pick up Lila, and was already being assaulted by the red-faced teacher in the lobby. “What are you talking about?” I asked, pushing past the woman. “Where is my daughter?” The teacher huffed and gestured down the hall, where Lila’s classroom was. I hurried in that direction, and when I entered the small, colorful room, I found Lila sitting morosely in the corner.

She had never even left the pack. So how…. Then Luna spoke again. “My second daughter.” She slowly turned toward me. “Lyra.” The world stopped. “I once found a strange golden object in her possession. I questioned her about it, but she refused to tell me where she got it. I had no idea it belonged to the Lycan Kingdom.” Every ounce of color drained from my face. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. I had never stolen anything in my life. Why would she say that? Yes, she hated me. Yes, she had framed me before. But this wasn’t punishment. This was a death sentence.

I didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was another guard on his way to the rogue cells, but when the steps stopped at the bars of my room, I looked up. A man, I had never seen, stood at the bars, watching me in silence. “I-I’m not a rogue,” I blurted out and instantly slapped my hands over my mouth. What had I done? I knew better than to talk to anyone. The chuckle that left his lips was a light-hearted, foreign sound to my ears. “I know you’re not a rogue. You are the adoptive daughter of the pack’s Luna, right?” He titled his head as the question left his lips.

What made him even more regretful was that his daughter had asked for his help since yesterday, but he thought it was a wrong message! "I'm really scared. The…the bad guys said after to…today, I won't be able to see you and mommy anymore…I'm so scared…" Recalling his daughter's voice full of despair, Howard felt an excruciating pain in his heart, and he wanted to slap himself! Not only was he a bad husband, but he was also a horrible father! King of the West? Lord of the Shadow Sect? Those titles were nothing but rubbish! He could not even protect his own daughter, and he did not deserve to be called a father!