Optimus Prime's Daughter Novels & Stories

These were swiftly defeated by joined forces of Kandreah, his sister–the infamous Nethenaiah, my ex Beta Merlius, my daughter, that Wengarthrian commander called Norgarth and his army. I watched him and Aralyn hack through demons in a flurry of swift, smooth and well-coordinated movements. I overheard bits and pieces of their spat while I was still tangled in a fight with Meeran and saw her punching him in the heat of that debate. Is it wrong to say that I felt a bit proud to see my daughter throw a punch at the first commander of the army of Hades’s son? She is feisty and fearless; I love every trait of her personality.

And she was going to be in deep shit when the reinforcements got to her. "Yes, Alpha." "She is the daughter of our new Beta - and she is not a threat to anyone in the pack, unless she feels threatened. I would recommend that you relay that information to the wolf that is with her, and to the ones that are going to her. I do not wish to deal with the trouble that will be caused by all of them if they were to attack one another." "Yes, Alpha."

“That’s my wife. Stacy White.” The Alpha Prime lifts a hand again. Jason halts, jaw tightening. “Not Stacy,” the Alpha Prime says, his voice low but firm. He looks directly into my eyes. “My daughter. My Amaryllis.” The room tilts. My legs sway. My vision blurs—not from power, not from poison—but from the surge of emotions exploding in my chest. Memories flicker like flashes—shadows of a past I never remembered wanting. Never dared to believe I’d lost.

"You did, baby. You were incredible." She fell asleep in my arms, exhausted from the effort. Darius came back covered in blood but whole. He took us both in his arms. "It is over," he said. "Finally over." We had survived. Again. But this time, our daughter had fought beside us. And I realized—she was not my little girl anymore. She was becoming who she was meant to be. A powerful omega who would change the world.

“But I’m fighting back now. I swear to you both, I won’t let him win. I’ll take back everything he stole. I’ll make him regret ever touching our family’s legacy.” She paused, her gaze softening. A faint smile tugged at her lips despite her tears. “And… I have a daughter. Emily. She’s beautiful, strong, so full of light. You’d love her. She reminds me of you, Dad, when she’s stubborn. And Mom—she has your smile.”

“Though you know the severity of our mission, your daughter insisted we check on your efforts and ensure you’re still safe.” Daughter? As the small Ice Benu Guardian landed behind her, she transformed into a lovely young recreation of Nim. Nim’s eyes lit vibrantly at the sight of her. Disseus was looking from Nim to the girl raptly. Disseus couldn’t help looking from one redhead to the other. The likeness is uncanny. The only difference was that the younger girl had beautiful aqua eyes instead of Nim’s brilliant green. Disseus felt somewhat annoyed that Nim had only spoken of a son. I’d known nothing of this daughter.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

I said, doing my best to keep my words steady despite knowing they would hurt. “You’re sure?” he asked, swallowing hard and lowering his gaze. “That it was her? Yes. But also... no,” I admitted, exhaling deeply and sinking into my chair. “What do you mean?” he pressed, taking a seat across from me. “It was her. Your daughter,” I said, looking away. “But it wasn’t the Meridian we knew. She’s changed. She’s one of them now.” “She must’ve been ensnared by their dark magic,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My little girl...” he sighed deeply.

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.

His eyes narrowed with ancient knowledge as he studied me. "Royal guardian," he observed. "Carrying an heir of mixed bloodlines. History echoes itself in curious patterns." "My daughter is not part of your clan politics," Maison stated firmly, his Alpha presence extending protectively around me. "Of course not," Elder Pyraxis agreed smoothly. "Yet her connection to the heir of Obsidian is... noteworthy. The child responds to his presence, does she not?" Before I could answer, Daniel stepped forward, the silver dagger in his hand catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the Unity Tree's branches.