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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 104: The Order
“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages. “The Luna Trials state: Bathed in the dreams of Endymion and the tears of our Goddess Selene, Under the Stone of Eos the future if mated will be seen. A righteous Alpha will be clear under the guidance of the mighty Stone; Be wary of foreboding signs, star-crossed matches made known. Once passed another truth to be revealed,The strength of Wolf cannot be concealed. Only the pure of heart with
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“Congratulations.” Phoebe said, as we quietly walk back to my room. “The Goddess truly does favor you.”I never considered myself favored. In many ways I’m lucky beyond measure. At least when I think of Dmitry and the life we have built. How I love him and he loves me. The distance between us is a constant ache, a deep loneliness. I hope to return to him soon. I know he must miss me. The feast carries on with my mate and the King. I was purely decoration. A pretty trinket displayed and then put away. I have a busy few days to prepare for my sealing. “Hm.” I manage to respond. “I give my devotion to the Goddess.” I say more out of religious habit than actual genuine conversation. “My mate did not find my low birth possible to overcome.” Phoebe says quietly. “I was such a small girl. Easily blown over in the desert winds. My parents were born to a rogue caravan in the far reaches of the Western desert.”“Lunar Storm territory?” I ask. “Far beyond the comfort of the pack’s lands.” Ph
Last Updated : 2024-10-08A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 106: Samhain
Twigs snap under my bare feet. I smell the damp soil and pine of the forest. “This way!” I hear a man shout in the distance. I hear the crunch of the forest floor giving way to heavy hooves. Dead leaves and twigs snapping in succession with each beat of the hooves against it. The pounding rhythm rolling towards me. “Asteria! Show yourself! Your Prince demands it!” I hear a man snarling in the distance. His words make it clear that I have not yet been discovered. I feel so cold.I begin to run. I make my way as quietly as I can although I doubt whoever is out there can hear my steps over the furious pounding of galloping horses. Keep moving. Keep running. The coldness slowly creeps up my spine and then suddenly becomes unbearable. I bite back a scream of agony. It’s as if I am freezing from within. My skin has a purple cast to it. I fear I may freeze before I escape. I can longer run. If I cannot run, I must hide. I see him before I even realize he has closed in. His whip han
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It’s a strange sight to see dozens of cloaked figures surrounding a massive bonfire. Their shadows stretch across the clearing like shadowy veins. I see the Great Mother. Even in this sea of fire and red robes, her presence cannot be hidden. I find myself stalking along the edge of the clearing, like a predator watching its prey. “This is our coven. Our sisterhood.” Asteria reminds me. “Forgive me if I feel removed from them. I am still unsure of my place here.” I say quietly. “We will find our place within the coven.” She assures. “Like anything, it takes time and trust.”“Trust.” I say slowly. “That’s the hardest part.”I scan the crowd for faces I recognize. It is then I feel his presence.“Samhain blessings to you, dear sister.” The baritone of his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “Also to you.” I stutter, unsure of how to greet or even celebrate this holiday. “Your first Samhain I presume?” Kai’s lips curl upward into a mischievous smile. “Is it that obvious?” I ask, allo
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“Who would have thought a little half breed would be able to achieve in so little time what we have been working toward for centuries?” The Great Mother laments as she stares into the dancing fire. The fire dances in her eyes as she speaks. “I feel my line’s power within you, tainted by the stench of wolf.” I feel Theia’s anger building in the pit of my stomach. I work to suppress my anger rising up my throat like bile. “Such stupid creatures. Ruled entirely by emotion and brute strength.” The Great Mother continues. “Hopefully your witch half is enough to give you some sense, although Rhea is your mother.” I shift uncomfortably in my chair. My fingers curl into the smooth leather, well worn and discolored from the centuries of use. I school a cool and detached mask on my face. I have my own list of complaints about my mother, I have no space in my heart to be bothered with hers. “Wolves are fickle creatures. So easily swayed by lust, rage, and jealousy. Perhaps it is their short
Last Updated : 2024-10-14A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 110: The Fox and The Crow
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“You should thank the Goddess for my preparedness!” The Queen’s seamstress says as she measures me and scribbles in her notebook. “Making a wedding gown in three days time is insane enough, but to add so many additional pieces? Unthinkable!” I stand on a pedestal in front of several mirrors. The seamstress has a mess of curls pinned on top of her head. Pencils are skewered through, both functional and practical. Straight pins line the edge of her collar, ready to be plucked and used as needed. The measuring tapes are draped around her neck like loose scarves. I am to have tea with the Queen. From her energy I suspect the Queen will not care how unreasonable the request is, I am to be dressed appropriately no matter what. “I can sew.” I offer. “If you need assistance I can be an extra pair of hands.” The seamstress stops and stares at me in the mirror. “You are to marry a Prince, m’lady. You can do no such thing.” She says kindly. “We have to make at least three gowns for meals plus
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 151: Unification
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 148: Warning
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 147: Pledge
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 146: Mercy
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