Oberyn Daughters Novels & Stories

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

--- Synopsis: Tziyonia has fallen. The golden heart of the kingdom now beats under an iron boot. The Everians, ruthless and many, swept over the land like a plague of steel, led by Queen Sabrina—the daughter of Calantha, born of shadow and crowned in blood. Under her rule, temples are shattered, faith is chained, and the once-noble city bends to idols and fire.

It was a secret she had concealed, for she didn't want the witches to know about her werewolf offspring. Ever since, every descendant, whether male or female, has possessed the haunting mark of lavender eyes, reminiscent of the enchantress Morgana herself. The power of her legacy lay dormant in female offspring, hidden from the watchful eyes of the world. And now, she stands as the first known girl descendant with this power.

My throat tightened around the words until they came out thin. "He wants me to kneel," I said. "In front of everyone. Apologize to her. For something I didn't do." There was an uneven silence in the atmosphere. I braced myself, because I knew what came after silence with my father. He did not comfort. He assessed. "Stop that," he said finally, "You are a Lycan's daughter. My daughter. You do not cry over a man who could not hold what he was given." "I'm not crying."

He added, praising him. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I saw Orion's tiny face scrunch up at the noise. "And our daughter," Roman said, his voice softening as he carefully handed Orion to me and picked up Aurora, "Aurora Katherina Lysander. Our beautiful princess, who I'm sure will one day rule hearts just as her mother does." He added with pride. More cheers echoed through the garden. I couldn't help but laugh at Roman's words, even as I blushed deeply.

Morgana looked at me firmly. I squinted, trying to understand. The reclusive witch seemed to sense my confusion and then ran her hands over the glass, revealing the truth through her magic. The happy and bouncing child wasn't real; it was a source of energy with threads extending behind a tree, where I could see Isadora manipulating. “What? I don't understand... The child isn't real?” I widened my eyes at Morgana, who sighed. “Unfortunately, that child was named Yeneffer... She was Sibila's daughter.” The witch pondered.

“Which means you and the other siblings, excluding my mother, are spared from the carnage of the berserk blood?” “That’s right.” Leonardo nodded. “I remember seeing three kids when I was at your mother’s grave. If the inheriting trait continues, one of them would have the berserk blood in his or her body.” Tyr replied, “That would be my eldest daughter, Cyrene.” “Isn’t she only six or seven years old? Have any of the traits of the berserk blood surfaced?”

The goblet slipped from his hand and shattered on the marble floor, crimson liquid spreading like spilled blood. The Queen, seated by the hearth, looked up with concern. She rose immediately, crossing the room with grace and purpose. "Thandor, what did you say?" He turned to her, eyes still locked on the scroll. "I have a daughter." She reached for his hand. "Tell me." "There’s a girl in the Hollow. The council sent word. She survived the Moonstone Rite... and she’s half wolf, half siren." Recognition flickered in the Queen’s eyes, followed by quiet understanding. "Nerena."

This line is especially important, as it is the most potent, having crossed over itself several times, containing the blood of all three sisters. Faye Archer received this bloodline from both parents. Her father held the bloodline of Regina Primus and Segundus, and her mother the line of Regina Nexus. It has been centuries since this bloodline has crossed so purely. It was said that when Morgana rises again, that she will not come alone. The oracles claim that when their true daughter returns to Avalon to claim the throne, they say she will do so with an army at her back, the Court of the Round Table as her council. The Court of the Round Table, often known as Camelot, was an enemy in ancien

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."