Star Wars The Daughter Novels & Stories

‘I am now the Luna. “RIKA!” I was horrified screaming overpowering their howl. We turned to where it came from and saw a little girl collapse on the ground. He was shaking and his eyes turned white. “Alpha! Help my daughter.” She called Kylo who immediately ran to them. He touched the little girl and it stopped. Her mother hugged her. “No, no, no, Alpha. She’s not breathing. Help my daughter, Oliver our daughter!” My father touched checked her pulse and sadly looked at us. “You! This is your fault!” The furious mother aggressively pointed at me.

A woman was running toward them, having just come from the fall where the different packs of wolves got through. "Killian! I thought I'd never see you again after the rogues took you to our palace. I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do other than look at you while my father is punishing you. I hope you understand. " At first I didn't even recognize her, but when she said that she was the daughter of the new alpha, I sighed. This woman really didn't know who the person she married was.

I had expected to hear him beg me to stay for Milton, but he was suggesting quite the opposite of what I had in mind. “What if he doesn't?” I asked, genuinely scared that this might not work. Adam smiled, a warm reassurance beaming on his face. “Milton isn't stupid. He'll come to his senses. Right now, you need to focus on who you are, Daciana.” He stopped pacing around the pool for a moment and stared long and hard at me. “Frost Demon or not,” he began. “You're the Alpha's Daughter, Daciana. Don't ever forget who you are.”

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

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 just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Dawn is breaking. The long night is over. The fear is gone. I look at them. My wolves. Aureliano, the Father, his eyes locked on mine with a promise of eternal devotion. Ciro, the Protector, his hand captured by the daughter he swore to shield. Spadino, the Joy, already planning how to spoil her. And me. The Mother. I look down at my daughter. She has stopped crying. She is looking at us, her dark eyes wide, absorbing the faces of the monsters who will burn the world to keep her safe.