Star Wars The Daughter Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

"A wolf claiming to be Sera Redthorn. Your daughter. Aged twenty years. And she says she's come to kill everyone who failed to prevent the war that destroyed her childhood." Through the bond, Marina felt Silvain's shock matching her own. Their daughter. From another timeline. Coming to murder them all.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

This time, we were making our way from the portals. We walked for over thirty minutes in silence, when I heard the rustling of leaves. From behind the bushes, I saw a shadow move, and then Vadimir stopped. “Beta Maddox.” I heard my name and turned around, Behind me was Santiago. “Santiago.” I gave him a small nod. “Tell me, where is my daughter?” he said, and I took a deep breath. “Safe. Zarina, Sophie, and Sirena… all three of them are in Central City under Princess Asteria's care,” I said truthfully, “In fact, they are shopping for new wardrobes as we speak,” I added in good measure.

He asked. “You can’t come between mates. The werewolf council will hang you. Alpha Ethan will rip you to shreds.” I insisted. “What the hell makes you think he wants to be mated to my daughter anyway? I’m doing you a favour.” He says. “He wants me dad. He is coming to get me.” I say. And his head snapped back at Alpha James and then back at me. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the ballroom is being prepped as we speak.” My father said in a scarily calm voice.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

But as we flew back to the mountain estate under heavy guard, Elena delivered the final twist over comms. “Seraphina had a dead man’s switch. She released every file on Project Reaper globally. The entire underworld now knows about your daughter. About her potential. Every faction will be coming for her when she’s born.” Damien held me tighter in the helicopter, his hand on my stomach as our daughter kicked strongly. “Then we prepare,” he said, voice steel. “We build an empire she can inherit safely.” I kissed him fiercely, tasting blood and victory. “Together.” The war had evolved once more. Our daughter’s birth would be the spark that ignited a new era, one where the Reaper and his Queen w

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."