Lucifer And Chloe Daughter Novels & Stories

There was no need to blindfold her ejes, so she wouldn't get any ideas to run away. She can’t escape this place even if she tried, this place was more secure than the white house itself. So, there’s no leaving for her or her family or her stupid pack members. They were now under Lucifer’s authority. Once the door to the main jail house where her father and her mother were in, Chloe was paused inside and she fell to the floor. “Chloe!” The Luna called the moment she recognized her daughter. She tried to rush over to her, but she was held back by the vampires that held her down the electric chair.

It was as if they couldn't determine how to react to her. Did they think she was dangerous? Or was there something wrong with her that no one could figure out? "Dagmar, if you know something, we'd really like to hear it." Lucas finally spoke up, breathing calm into the air. "Chloe has the right to know about herself." The old witch grunted, spewing smoke into the air but otherwise gave no further emotion. "Chloe isn't one of Dante's children." Dagmar started after a few moments. "I don't sense any darkness within her."

"Not because he was too strong but because of who he was before. I got to know who he really is after we fought." "Does it mean I too cannot defeat him?" "You can, because Raziah is your blood Singer." Chaos answered. "Dark doesn't know this yet but the only one who stands a chance against him, the only one who can defeat him, is Raziah herself, do you know why?" "No." "Because Raziah in her past life is Lucifer's daughter." And also my niece. He thought to himself remembering the day the Creator had imprisoned his brother.

I read her files multiple times, to the point where I knew every detail about her by heart—and being royal was out of the question. Sure, his father was the last Gamma, and famous for his strategic talent, but that was it. Her mother was a housewife from a northern village, with no skills, just like her daughter. I closed the book and left it alone. — This is definitely not what I was looking for. Chloe is nothing like the description in the book. She does not have any special powers or abilities. That's why I can't call her my Luna. His face came into my head and I remembered those gray eyes drowning in tears.

But then years later, the phone call came from her father saying her sister was gone. "Forgive me for never visiting you, Chloe. I hope you find happiness wherever you are now that you couldn't find here," she whispered to the wind, watching as the casket was slowly lowered into the earth. A sudden, piercing wail dominated the cemetery. Cyan turned to see a young girl trembling with grief. If she wasn't mistaken, that was Chloe’s daughter—Zendaya. Standing beside the child was a tall, imposing man of undeniable stature—Zach, her sister's husband. He wore dark sunglasses, masking whatever expression his eyes might have held.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like liquid moonlight, framing a face that was both beautiful and undeniably dangerous. "Lucas," she purred, stepping aside to allow him entry. "I’m glad you changed your mind" He stepped inside, the scent of jasmine almost suffocating in the confined space. "You said you had information about my father. He’s supposed to be dead." Chloe’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Dead? Lucas, you've been in the dark for long. He was cast out. Banished. By my father, Oliver’s father, so that Oliver could rise as Alpha."

"But the Sterlings are a different breed of animal. Rumor is, the eldest heir—the one Chloe is supposed to marry—is a total invalid. One foot in the grave." "A sick man can't protect a human bride in a den of wolves," the first added with a dark chuckle. "She'll be eaten alive before she even sees Holloway City. Maybe that's the point—the Vances sacrifice a 'useless' daughter to start a second war and wipe the Lycans out for good." Chloe pulled back, closing the door silently. She had been discarded in the remote Appalachian wilds at five years old, forgotten for fifteen years until her "noble" family needed a sacrificial lamb.

But because of his negligent love for Arazel, he was banished from the heir's name. Princess Chloe is greatly feared for her power, as she can make other nations die and be in pain with just a glare. Plus the power of electricity from her hands that can electrocute anyone in just one grip. Therefore, it is clear that Arnanta's daughter died because she made the wolf nation hate her so much. "Why don't we just kidnap Chloe's daughter?" one of the men suggested. "Not that easy! Her family is very protective of her because Chloe is their strength, when we kidnap her, her traces will definitely be easy to find, instead we will be killed by her, she is very dangerous, I disagree," Marcus replied

A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her. "Come to me, my bride," Lucifer, in his rumbling voice, claimed the baby from the bed. It was a girl, still stained with her birth's crimson essence. He entrusted the child to his devoted female servant, and together they departed, descending into the depths of the realm of darkness—Hell itself.

Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes. Lily caved instantly. “Ethan won’t mind at all. Someone can bring my clothes later. We can attend the anniversary together tomorrow morning.” Sephora sighed deeply. She looked between her daughter and Lily. “Fine. Just this once.” Chloe cheered loudly. Lily grinned with satisfaction. The front door opened later that evening. Chloe jumped up from her seat immediately. “Daddy!” She ran toward him as fast as her little legs could go. Lucian caught her effortlessly. He lifted her high into his arms and kissed her forehead with affection.