Wolverine Daughters Novels & Stories

, so when a girl is born to them, they are overjoyed. It means the dowry for that girls' hand will feed into their lands as a community, though they do not struggle. Beyond that, I learned that the girls born of majority male dominated lines are extremely powerful. Even those that do not like me had to acknowledge my child. She was born of their most powerful warlock, and regardless to how they felt about me, they, too, acknowledged me as a daughter of the Moon Goddess. Aside from my mate and his side and family, my pack has grown in size. We've been able to save many more people, slave and indentured servants, alike. Celene seems to be doing well. Our mother told us that our children would

The only reason she was still the Luna was because I had not brought Camille back yet, and I really could not be bothered to fight with her at all. "An heir? What are you talking about? Where did that come from?" Vanessa's father spoke up for the first time. "I thought that Vanessa lost her child. So where is this heir coming from?" Another person chimed in. "It's my daughter, whom my first Luna, Camille, gave birth to. And it isn't just any child. I am sure that you guys must have heard of that ancient clan of werewolves that went missing some time ago? The clan of werewolves with special powers?" I had a confident smile on my face as I asked this.

"Powerful? But she is just a baby." "A baby with the potential to be one of the strongest Lycans in history. Her bloodline, the combination of werewolf and Lycan, it has created something unique." I looked back at Lucien, my chest tight. "All this power, and her father could not even look her in the eyes." Lucien was silent for a long moment, his expression troubled. I held my daughter closer, protecting her from a world that had already rejected her before she could even open her eyes.

The three agents settled across from us with recording devices. "What exactly are your daughters?" Chen asked. "Hybrid children," Dr. Rhodes said. "Born of human and werewolf. Their power level is unprecedented." "How unprecedented?" "Completely unique in recorded history," Morrigan added. "Most hybrids are weaker than either parent. Luna and Aurora are exponentially stronger than both." Dr. Hoffman leaned forward. "Can you quantify that?" "An average alpha werewolf could handle thirty humans in combat. These children, at six months, repelled a Devourer—a being that has consumed entire civilizations."

Continued... Valentina Black's Office Pack Training Grounds Sangue Lupos Pack Valentina's POV: "Daphne and Lily got something?" I asked them. "We have pulled out the list of children of all the high profile werewolves in the Royale Pack and its quite long. Anyone of these children can be linked to what's rogues have been planning. We are in haul for a needle in haystack." Lily replied. "Don't say that. I am certain we will find something." I consolably told her.

Only someone of immense influence could make such a move, and effortlessly at that. A ripple of realization settled over me, heavier than anything I'd experienced in a long time. This woman, my mother, was no ordinary werewolf. She was Luna Olive, former Luna of the largest pack in New York—the Nightshade Pack. Luna Olive glanced at me, softening my expression. “No one disrespects my daughter.” The words hung in the air, and I felt a mixture of warmth and disbelief. My daughter. It was the first time I'd heard it, and though I wasn't one to believe in sentiment easily, something about it felt right.

He immediately rises to his feet, so fast the goblet tips, spilling red wine across the floor. His voice trembles. “You’re certain?” He asks. Benedict nods once. “DNA confirmed through the records of the werewolf registries. She is your daughter, the one bore to you by the werewolf Carmel twenty one years ago.” Draluke snatches the folder, eyes scanning the photos within. There she is Octavia. Grown now. Strong. Fierce. Luna of the Dawnad pack. A powerful position, surrounded by enemies, political chaos, and danger.

He questioned, skepticism etched across his face. "I cannot fathom the reason, Alpha Kain," I replied calmly, offering a plausible explanation Chloe and I had crafted earlier. Kain continued to scrutinize me before a sinister glint danced in his eyes, paralyzing me with dread. "Other refugees, you say? It's possible," he mused. "Or... perhaps it's linked to Dean's other daughter?" His words sent a chill down my spine. "Rumor has it, he had a second daughter, a werewolf unable to shift. But she was fortunate enough to become the Lycan King's mate."

I head straight to the comments after reading and immediately regret doing so. ‘Wait, isn’t that girl the wolf-less daughter of Alpha Campbell of the Moonshadow Pack? Wasn’t she ostracized from society because of that? How can we have a wolf-less shewolf as our Luna. In what universe is that acceptable?’ One commenter by name Nebula Insatia rambles.

A group of women and children, some clutching infants, their eyes red and clothes torn and stained, huddled together while Gisela's sharp voice organized them. The Lycan's hand tightened around mine as we passed. Gisela nodded in our direction. A silent understanding passed between her and the Lycan. As we walked past, I felt their hostile gazes burning into me, their muttered words like icy needles. “It’s her, the hunter’s daughter…” “She should burn.” “Whore.” I pressed closer to him. At his sharp glance, their heads bowed submissively, and they fell silent. “Those she-wolves? Avoid them, huntress. They'd tear you apart. Your father ruined them,” he said as we ascended the stone stairwell.