The Daughter Of The Wolf Executor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But why wolves? Why now? The old war’s been over for a generation.” The second witch spits in the dust, bitterness thick in her words. “Wolves killed her daughter. Or so she believes. Her grief curdled into rage, and now the land itself suffers.” Her daughter. Me. A hollow ache. I was the one left behind, the one she let wander untamed, half-wild and half-broken, until Knotweed took me in. Why would a woman who never claimed me now rip the world to pieces for my sake? Guilt? Madness? Or just one last cruel story to tell the ashes?

I feel the mic being pulled from my hand but I’m so frozen in fear that I can’t seem to turn to see who took it from me. “This is Alpha Rusty of the Winter Pack, was my daughter's wolf a pure white wolf or were there patches of other colours?” I have no idea why her wolf colour is so important, but I’m in such a state of shock that I don’t have it in me to face Rusty, let alone take the mic back. “Erm, alright, erm, she was pure white and the scent in the kitchen makes me think the pup has winter wolf in him too.” Those words from my father pull me out of my state of shock. I grab the mic off Rusty and press the little button.

“Our claws are absolutely not working for that lawyer wolf!” “Then it is the main Walker elder family,” I shoot straight back at his face. “Your hands have kidnapped Alpha Grant Walker’s own blood daughter. If his inner wolf finds out this truth, have your brains ever thought about the heavy consequences? Have you thought about what his big claws will do to your entire pack line?”

She was a prisoner whose only duty was to pay with her blood. She was nothing compared to all the fine men I lost in her father’s territory, yet Alpha Holmes decided to slap my face with a wolfless trash. He may scorn this child of his for being wolfless, but she still carried his blood, after all. Making sure he was kept up to date with the fate of his daughter would be my first step in torturing that evil beast. He didn’t really think I was stupid enough to make his wolfless trash Luna of the Iron fang Pack, did he?

The shut-in father who left me to die countless times without having a change of thought. "I'll never accept such an offer. I'll bring home Ryu's head, and the title of Alpha will be mine!" I said, sobbing. The figure gradually changed from the female wolf coming into light. Stunned, I staggered back, and she waved her paw at me. "What are you?" I questioned. "You're quite intelligent for the daughter of the cruelest and most deadly Alpha in the werewolf world." Her feminine voice cleared the room, giving me back the comfort that had been eliminated by my father.

Jaxson told the man, as the two other wolves remained in their wolf form, as if standing guard. “That sounds good.” The man said, but his eyes once again wondered trying to catch a glimpse of me and then he adds, “White wolves are very rare. This by chance wouldn’t happen to be the Alpha’s daughter?” Jaxson’s eyes remained on the man in front of him, as he plain out lies to him by saying, “No, this is Tonya. She is half witch and half wolf. Her color is amazing, isn’t it?” Which makes me believe that he doesn’t believe that these wolves are from my father’s pack.

Trapped by the she-devil who happens to be the daughter of THE Alexander Wolf, a notorious Mafia Boss. When Noah Smith shared a steamy and passionate night with Serena Wolf at a nightclub, he thought that would be the last time he will see her. But Serena had other plans. She lures him into her web of lies and uses her money and power to trap him into an unwanted marriage. Will he escape his beautiful yet cruel bride and her ruthless father? Or will he be stuck with her until death do them apart? Prologue:

I was always here- the lips of the newcomer were raised -I am her daughter, the one who is formed in her womb, the offspring of the alpha who is out there, the one who will be the strongest wolf ever born, Priscilla, it's not nice to meet you- Nebraska was left admiring the girl next to him. It was practically her same image except for his silver eyes and hair much darker and wavy, long to the waist reminding him of the fatherly figure. Her scent was indisputable, she was his daughter. She put her hand to her belly and felt. A hand of her daughter rested on hers. -Ma, I'm here to help you- the wolf smiled at her but her eyes were empty and her smile was so false -Ma, I will take care of this

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for

As my eyes skimmed the page, I caught her from the corner of my eye, rising from her seat, bottle in hand, pouring more wine before stepping forward, her movements slow, deliberate. “And I asked around this morning,” she went on, stopping in the middle of the room. Her fingers slid through her hair, brushing strands aside as she added, “Turns out that girl is the daughter of your father’s beta, the one who died in the war against the rogues.” She tilted her head with a smirk. “But more importantly, I heard she’s wolfless. Which means there’s no way she could be your mate, right? So why keep the wolfless girl? Why not hand her over to me, since it’s obvious you’ve already had your fun?”