Star Wars The Daughter Novels & Stories

“Can my life get any worst? Whilst I was saving her from drowning, the enemy was getting away.” “No!” Mr. Westley said and I glanced at him. “No?” I paused in my tracks and stared at my father's friend who had a petrified look on his face. “No. This can’t be happening,” he said. Even Han and Leia’s gazes were fretted as they stared at him. “Mr. Westley?” I called. “Recollect what I told you this morning, about how Alpha Thane’s daughter wasn’t able to shift for the first time on her eighteen birthday?”

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

“Clarissa came before I could finish… I didn't know she was coming. I can make it up to you… please… just one chance. I'll…” “You'll do what?” I bit back my words. “You see,” she started, her back turned to me. “For fifteen years I've watched and waited. Waited for you to hold up on your own end of the bargain. The contract was simple; I help keep your daughter alive, you kill Ferguson.” “Please,” I dropped to my knees. “I'll do anything. Just don't hurt my daughter. I'm begging. Please.” Tears streamed down my face. I knew what she was capable of.

"I am the avatar of Murugan, the God of War. Who else is more suitable than me?" "By the grace of my Holy Father," the girl said. "Curse you and your eyebrows!" "How dare you!" he growled. "Stop all this bickering now!" the girl in green dress hushed them. "You both should know this is destined to happen. The Oracle of Pipaet has spoken the prophecy. We must heed his words. If she was nothing but an ordinary human, she couldn't be here among us, could she?" "We do not need your opinion, Tepi," Issarak turned to hiss at the green-clad girl. "Only the trees and rocks would listen to you."

"Your grief is a premium asset. That moment when you looked at your parents and didn't recognize them? That’s going to be the climax of the first season. We’re thinking of calling it *The Daughter of Deletion*." I looked at my parents. They were standing by the minivan, their faces pale as they watched the holographic trailer of their daughter’s suffering. My mother was clutching her locket, her knuckles white. She looked at me, and I saw the horror in her eyes—not horror at the man in the suit, but horror at the fact that I was the "star" of this monstrosity. "You’re not people to him," Silas hissed, his obsidian form expanding, his blades sliding out of his wrists with a metallic *shink*.

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

The woman bent at my level and grabbed my jaw with a strength that was enough to break it, "You dirty Bitch, you should be honored to be the Supreme Alpha's first Luna!" Trembling, I shake my head as tears stream down my face, and push her way, "My father is Richard Reagan. Let me go, please! He will do anything you ask of him; I'm his only daughter—" The woman let out an unnatural growl, terrorizing me further. "Hera! Diana! Come and get this slut! Time is slipping the eclipse is about to begin." "No! No... wait! My father won't stand for this! Stop...!"

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.