Resident Evil Vampire Daughter Novels & Stories

The author's tone was completely nonchalant as they continued, "That's right. The daughter's dead. To be honest with you, my father treats me really well. He was willing to sell off his daughter with his legally wedded wife for my sake. "I also suffered from a kidney condition when I was a child. Fortunately, my father exchanged my faulty kidney with his dead daughter's. I mean, I might as well take advantage of her functioning organs since she was destined for death, no? "Oh, that's right. If you want to accuse me of being immoral, isn't my fake mother even more of a sinner? She usurped my mother's rightful place for so many years just because she looks a little similar to her. Her daughter

The slap came so suddenly that my entire body jerked violently at the sound of it. “Mom!” Xavier’s scream tore through the room as he ran to her, collapsing beside her body. His hands shook violently as he grabbed her shoulders, desperate, refusing to accept what lay before him. I moved slower, my legs heavy, my heartbeat pounding so hard it hurt. By the time I reached them, blood had already spread across the floorboards beneath her like a crimson shadow.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

She breathes out and says, “There’s no magic to keep it closed anymore. Would you like to come out? I can keep you hidden until we find mom.” A sob swells in my throat and I find myself unable to speak. I am so proud of her. Terrified for her wellbeing, but so proud of how strong she is. My daughter, Violet Moon Stone, the white wolf, and my savior.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

He had to be smart, and use everything to break free. The little vampire gets bored with the girl and runs to her parents. - Eli doesn't know how to play. And Felix didn't like her. - He'll get used to her, my dear. - the mother says, making a caress in her son's face. Zog heard everything through Lucifron's ears. That woman was Dracula's daughter. The terrible and bloodthirsty father of vampires. He would have to be careful as he didn't know her power.

Aiden slowly shook his head, as the entire crowd looked to him. “You still don’t understand,” he said softly. “I didn’t bring her back. She never died. Only mortals die,” he added, and then as he turned his back, he said his final words, words that Caitlin would never forget, “and Scarlet is no mortal. She is a vampire. And she is your daughter.”