Star Wars The Daughter Novels & Stories

“Forgive me, but… why are we helping her? A rogue on our territory should be killed or driven off. Not healed.” I looked at the small figure on the bed. Even unconscious and wounded, I could see the Moon Chosen features. The silver hair that marked Darius’s bloodline. The delicate bone structure of high-born wolves. This was Darius’s daughter. The daughter of the man who killed my father. And somehow, she’d ended up half-dead on my doorstep. This was an opportunity. This was fate. “She’s useful,” I said simply. “That’s all you need to know.”

I tried to explain, but they seemed too angry to listen to me. “Could you please release my daughter?” my father grunted, glaring at Noah “She’s here as the princess of the Nightmoor Pack, not just as your wife. And, as she herself said, we’re here to talk about something far more important than…” he took a deep breath “Your childhood or whatever…”

The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town. He left without leaving a single penny of cash with them, so you see I have to do everything in my power to keep my promise to him, because I don't want anything to happen to his child or daughter. Marcus said with an innocent face. Shaking my head in disbelief. "And now it's costing our daughter her life." "That's not fair," he protested, but the protest was weak. "I'm trying to help both of them. I just need more time." "Lily doesn't have more time," I said, my voice hollow. "She doesn't have another week for you to 'arrange the money.' She doesn't have anoth

Luna Nightshade, the Crimson Dawn, the eighth-generation daughter born of prophecy, smiled in the darkness and fell asleep dreaming of the future she would create. A future where power meant protection. Where strength meant kindness. Where being extraordinary meant helping others become extraordinary too. The future was bright. And it was just beginning. EPILOGUE Twenty years later, Luna Nightshake stood before the International Supernatural Court. But this time, she wasn't a child being judged. She was a leader, proposing a new world order. "The Daughter Network," she explained, showing her proposal to the assembled judges and representatives, "will connect daughters across the world. Provi

“Who are you? I don’t recognize you.” “None of your business,” I snapped, reaching for Sarah. Only when she was safely tucked under my arm did my wolf relax. “Figures you would hook up with some penniless drifter,” Scarlet laughed, like our union was absolutely hilarious. “Who else would want soiled goods?” My hand whipped out, and before she could suck in her last cackle, I had her slender neck in my grip. Her eyes widened. “What do you think you are doing?” She whisper-yelled. “Do you know who I am? I’m the beta’s daughter! I’m the future luna! My father will have your head!”

Scarlett complained, looking at the time. “Don’t worry. I got this.” Maverick said as if it was a cup of tea for him. “She just wants to fly in the air and play with Papa before sleeping again.” With that, he threw the pup in his hand in the air. She giggled, reaching up in the air, and smiled widely when Maverick held her carefully. “She is?” Liara asked. “Our daughter, Raven,” Scarlett replied, and planting a long kiss on her daughter’s cheek, she signaled them to follow her. “You can get a chance to meet all my kids tomorrow morning.”

Christine asked suspiciously. "The leader reached out to the Federation. He wanted to end this interstellar war. He wanted a better future for his children. He died before his wish came true. His daughter is now the Empress of her people. She wants to see her father's dying wish come true. Working with our team here on Earth, we've devised a plan for her. But there are some very specific rules, per the C-Space Council of Elders," he said. “What are these rules?” she asked.

Up close, he looked older than his photos—gray hair, deep lines around his eyes, the weight of command etched into his face. "The Shade Wolf," he said. "I'll admit, I didn't think you'd show yourself." "I could say the same about you." His eyes swept the warehouse. "Where's my daughter?" "Not here. But she's alive." I pulled out the file Rafe had prepared—photographs, medical records, recent status reports. "She's being held in a Council facility outside the city. Designated Subject 89." Voss took the file with shaking hands. He opened it, and I watched his expression crumble as he saw his daughter's face. She looked thinner in the photos, haunted, but unmistakably alive.

Theo told her, but Stella couldn’t answer him. After the party, Stella got all her things packed. Remus was waiting for his daughter when Daisha went to him. “Dad!” Daisha called him, and he immediately looked at her. “I don’t want to talk to you right now, Daisha!” Remus told his daughter, “Just hear me out, Dad!” Daisha answered and tried to talk to her father.

"Please—please, save my baby. I don't want any inheritance. I just want my baby to be safe!" "I'm the eldest daughter of the Rizzo family. I don't need to fight for some inheritance!" Ashley shoved me off. "You'll say anything now, won't you? I'm telling you—impossible." Then she closed the nurse's station door and turned to look at me. She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call.She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call. "Hey, bro. Janet's about to deliver. You want to see?"