Wayward Daughters Novels & Stories

“The Lapis Moon pack was, then, led by a Luna – Luna Iara. She was a proud woman, and a proud mother of her only child. She led the pack fiercely, fearsomely, and she was a foreboding sight to meet in battle. She would ride her horse, Citlali, onto the battlefield. Her face would be painted with the red handprints of her pack, and these flowed onto Citlali’s flanks and hocks. Once she had their attention, she would leap down from Citlali and let the change take her.” “Winter came. The surrounding packs knew that they needed the supplies that Lapis Moon had stockpiled. They had been unable to farm their land in such a way that yielded so many good, ripe crops. They knew that, if they were to

Mom reached for the door, shaking so hard she entered the wrong code several times. Click. The lock finally opened. The second she saw inside, blinding red filled her vision. Her whole body shook, and she collapsed. Dad stared at her, confused, then pushed the door open. The next second, his face went white. His body started trembling. Their reactions made Tristan's dread spike. He pushed the door wider. The whole room came into view. Red. Red everywhere. The floor. The walls. Even the ceiling. Blood had sprayed across everything. Tristan looked around.

He looks at me angrily and nods his head to Sad, rude! “How is Ayla?” Dad asked him. “She is well and happy, despite what almost happened. She has just left the pack with her mate, and he’s the beta and the gamma daughter.” I look up when he says gamma daughter. Is that why Nadine ignores me? She found a mate? “Yes, I was told Emma found her mate, too,” Dad says, and I relax, ah, it was just the little bitch Emma. “They told me to let you know they will officially leave as pack members when they leave the pack territory.” Beta Thomas tells Dad, and Dad nods his head.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

I cooed as she neighed and maintained her steady gallop. ~Nyx~ I sat in the dark cold room cuddled in the tattered blanket. I sighed at the immeasurable standing of my current situation. I never made my debut into society. To be honest neither of the Sparrow daughters have made a debut into society. The constant rumors of my sickly demeanor kept society from asking questions about me. But the same couldn’t be said for my sister. Rumors flew about her and the Marquess did nothing about them. It would be hard to claim myself as the daughter of the Marquess with the way I look. No one would believe me and it would be almost laughable.

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

If I am not a techy, I will not see it but since I am more familiar with those gadgets it was just easy for me to recognize those. The man frowned at me but he still didn't move to get a pay back. Knowing that I am currently the so-called daughter of their leader, they will not do things against me. "Bullshit! You are all so ugly! Go away, I don't want to see your faces!" I shouted at them, telling them to get out of my sight. And because they knew this girl who has this kind of attitude, what she wants is what she gets. They are still hesitating to leave me here but when I glared at them they ran away towards the stairs, going down to the other floor.

“Because your name deserves to mean something bigger than scandal. Bigger than pain. Because you turned everything they tried to destroy into something that saves lives.” I swallowed hard, looking back at the building. The name glittered in the sunlight. The Wolfe Foundation for Women & Children. He’d even used my last name. I whispered, “Roman…” He took my hand and led me toward the entrance. Inside, the lobby opened into a wide atrium filled with natural light. There were paintings on the walls—portraits of women, children, families. A mural stretched across the far wall, painted in soft pastel tones, showing hands reaching for one another through gold leaves.