Novel & Cerita The Daughter In The Shadows

Kaidën lunged forward, his blade flashing in a blur of precise and ruthless movements, but every strike was met with the writhing coils of light that her father wielded like an extension of himself. “You’re wasting your strength,” her father said calmly, flicking his wrist. The shadows surged, slamming Kaidën against the wall with a bone-crushing force. He grunted but stayed on his feet. “Stop hurting him!” Akira yelled, rushing forward. As her voice pierced the air, the shadows shifted—pausing and faltering, almost as if they recognized her. For just a heartbeat, they hesitated between father and daughter. Her father grinned. “They know their master. All you need to do is accept it.”

“She was the daughter of grandfather's close friend. So… no one questioned much. But after that, things changed. Vin’s maternal grandfather took Vin with him, while Samyuktha left for her studies abroad.” After that, Aria didn’t say another word. Her mind was too loud for conversation; she simply helped Aurora. Her hands were moving, but her mind was frozen somewhere else. She quietly stepped out of Aurora’s room, making her way to the kitchen. As she walked, the soft clicking of her anklet filled the area as it moved against the marble floor. She opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter as she took slow sips more to calm herself than out of thirst.

“We will save him. We will save them all.” Thorne’s scarred hand hovered near the fire’s glow. “There is an artifact. An old witch’s daughter hid it in ruins deep in the northern ice. It is the key to ending the shadow… or feeding it something bigger.” A faint vision passed through us, carried by shared grief. The shadow drifted close to the valley, patient, feeding slowly on pain and love. Grandpa’s soul cried faintly for help. The twins’ growing power would be sweet prey if we failed.

My lips parted, and in a barely audible whisper, I asked, "She... She died?" Ate Yolly gave a firm, rigid nod. "My mother uncovered the Sison family’s darkest secrets, the details of their crime syndicate. She was planning to flee and report them, but she never got the chance. Archie's parents murdered her. I took this job and entered this house for one reason only: revenge. I am not a prisoner here, Raegan. I locked myself in this living hell purely to execute justice for my mother." My hand instinctively reached out to hold hers as I watched her entire frame shake with repressed fury. The eyes that were usually filled with maternal warmth were now completely icy and venomous.

"This place suppresses the Alpha lineage." "Not all lineages," Nyx said softly. My daughter stepped past Killian, walking into the ash-grey snow. She didn't look suppressed. She looked like she had just woken up from a long nap. Her violet eyes were wide and vibrant, and the shadows around her didn't just move—they danced, whispering ancient welcomes. "This is where the shadows are born, Mommy," Nyx smiled, pointing toward a massive, looming canyon in the distance that seemed to swallow all light.

The girl I barely knew then, yet already knew: someone had broken her. And now I had seen who it was. Her father. Not merely a fallen man, not a name the Moon forgot. The master of darkness. No longer just decay, but a creator. He built an army out of what others discarded. Shadow-wolves, misshapen things. A new order. And Nyra… his daughter. Yes, there was a moment when knowing this shook me too. When I asked myself: what if her blood wins? What if her past drags her under? What if she finally finds her home in the shadow?

"Lira." --- The cells were quieter this time. Lira was curled up in the corner when I approached, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked smaller than before. Like the weight of everything was finally settling in. She looked up when I entered. "Is it over?" she asked. "For Varek?" I said. "Yes." I crouched in front of her. "But we have a problem." Her expression tightened. "The Shadow had a daughter," I said. "Did you know?"

Her first meeting as the new Shadow's number two was with the Council; all the MC Leaders and their guards were there. All eyes turned to stare at her as she walked beside Mirabella, but she ignored them, looking straight ahead as they took their seats at the table. ‘Welcome, Gentlemen and of course to you Ladies.’ The Council Leader opened the meeting from his position on the dais at the end of the room, his eyes locking on the stunning redhead, ‘It’s my great pleasure to introduce our newest deputy, Mervon Kenny, now of the Shadow Knights, but most of you will know her as the daughter of Xavier Knight, King of the Black Knights Motorcycle Club. Mervon froze as her father stepped forward,

“Caitlyn..” “Oh.. Wait. He is the spawn of that hell bitch?” He asks, the other mumbling their own curses when her name is mentioned. I nod. “We..” Oloron turns his head to his daughter, who is sitting in the corner, unnoticed until now. The shadows have almost blended her into their world. “What in the Goddess name?” He walks over there, leaning down and asking the shadows to let his daughter free, but they are not letting up much. Only so Tara can speak. Her eyes are wide and her mouth agape.

We turned back to the shadow. It loomed, trembling, its form unraveling in waves of smoke. Chains rattled like laughter or weeping. The white core pulsed harder, brighter, as if it knew I was listening. I stepped forward, ember burning steady in my chest. My knees shook, but I didn't falter. The shadow bent low, its head tilting toward me. Its voice, when it came, was no longer thunder. It was a whisper, raw and broken. Kaia, my daughter, forgive me.