Resident Evil 8 Daughters Novels & Stories

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

“ That’s impossible! You killed my daughter! You have to wear the brand of murderer till the day you die! Forget about ever getting rid of that brand!” “ Then you can forget about waking your dear daughter up,” Elder Hopkins was more wide than he was tall, so Levy had to lean down to look at his face before she sneered coldly. “ I am not moving a finger to break her curse even if you claw my heart out, I am not going to bother fighting or explaining anything to you anymore. If you want to think of me as your daughter’s murderer be my guest but the only way you will be able to save your other daughter is by agreeing to my terms. Because the ball is not in your court anymore, Elder… it's in my

Ivan arched an eyebrow, skeptical. “Divine instinct. As if her blood remembered how to do it. It wasn’t learned. It was inherited. Etched into her as part of the soul.” Maksim stared at his son. “She isn’t just a descendant of Goddess Morrigan… She is a direct Daughter.” Ivan fell silent, his jaw tight. “A living Daughter of Morrigan. That explains why the Council is so divided. Half fear her, half want to possess her.” “And both sides are wrong,” Maksim growled. “Did you see the way she looked at the bodies? There was no pleasure, no guilt. Only weight. She knows what she carries. And even so, she didn’t hesitate.”

Alpha Xander shakes their hands as he greets them before turning to introduce Luna Leslie and us girls, “This is my lovely mate Luna Leslie, our daughter Marci, Beta Marcus’s daughter, Callie, and Gamma Dave’s daughter, Celeste.” That was our cue to look into their eyes and shake their hands. When I glared into Alpha Callen’s eyes, I instantly felt a pit sink into my stomach. It wasn’t a good feeling either. My wolf, Bree, I knew from that was nervous. He was making her nervous.

I ask her when he chuckles at me with a slight shake of her head. “Who are you?” I blink at her, ok is she having a moment? “It’s me mom, Gaia, your daughter. You know, the daughter of Fenrir, the Goddess of Hell, the Harbinger of Death.” She smiles big at me. Ok. “There she is. I’m glad you know who you are. Shame you don’t know what to do with it, though.” She shrugs as she chuckles at me. Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me.

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

He, of course, couldn’t leave silence alone. “Are you Romero’s actual daughter? Blood?” he asked after a while, tone casual in a way that was far more dangerous than shouting. I stared at the passing ground. Ignoring him. We were reaching a city. I could smell more decay. The presence of more vampires. “I asked you a question.” A pause. “You have hair different from the rest of your kind. So are you really his daughter—born the same day as Prince Elio? What were you doing on this trip?”

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

The server lights exploded in showers of sparks as D-1's voice rewrote the very frequency controlling the Lazarus network. Jeff shouted over the din: "She's destroying the protocol!" Father lunged for the emergency override—but D-1 moved faster. Her bare foot connected with his chest, sending him crashing through a control panel. Wires sparked around him like a vengeful halo. The original daughter turned to me, her dripping hospital gown clinging to a body identical to mine at sixteen. When she spoke, her voice held echoes of the chamber's harmonic destruction: "Mother. You came." Then she collapsed into my arms.

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat