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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 105: Favored
“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
A 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
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 107: Achievements
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
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 108: Enchanted Room
“Come, my primrose. I want to hear of your adventures since our last meeting.” The Great Mother says, turning towards me. If I didn't know better, I would think it was simply a grandmother’s genuine interest in my life. I know it is a command disguised as a request. A pretty face on a power move. I dutifully follow her. Until I have control, I must be obedient. My brother is still in the pack house. He is there without me to shield him. We walk towards the edge of the crowd. Red-robed figures are scattered around the bonfire, some close to the fire bathed in light and then others right along the edge of the bonfire’s reach. Their faces cloaked in shadow, keenly observing and murmuring within their small groups. Politics. Something Kai seems to abhor but I find entirely necessary. In order to survive within a system you must understand how the system operates. No one knows this better than my mother, who has willfully hidden and taken so much from me. She follows behind me, somehow e
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 109: Hybrid
“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
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 110: The Fox and The Crow
“We learned about fables today.” Dmitry squeaks perched on a stool by the cutting block. I sweat profusely stirring sauces and soups on the stove. The mad dash towards dinner. “What is a fable?” I ask. “A story that teaches you something.” He ponders for a moment his answer. A little cherub face deep in thought. “A truth. A lesson for life.” He smiles in satisfaction. “What did the fable you read today teach?” I ask as I pour the soup into the tureen for service. “The first was a story about a fox and a crow.” He begins. “The fox eats the crow and it teaches you to not trust foxes.” I blurt out in response. “No.” He answers flatly. “The—““Crow plucks the fox’s eyes out and you learn that crow’s are a bad omen.” I interrupt. “No. You might be a good cook, but you are a terrible guesser.” He laughs. “Might?” I ask. “How will my ego survive such a blow?” I mockingly ask. “Ok. The fox and crow have a tea party and it teaches you to be friends with everybody.” I say confidently.
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 111: The Seamstress
“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
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 112: Garden
“You must always have a connection to the earth.” My mother declares. She holds a blackberry cane in her hand. “The bramble provides protection, the berry sustenance, and when you are older, wine.” She giggles. My mother is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The sunlight follows her, as if Helios himself uses the golden rays to highlight her beauty. Her golden hair, looking like a crown of gold, regal and elegant. Even now, on her knees in the garden, her face flecked with dirt and sweat, she is ethereal. A painting worthy of display. I hope to have even a drop of her beauty in me. “Planting is a sacred ceremony.” She says. “Yes, mama.” I squeak, my baby voice not yet gone. Before Dmitry was in my mother’s womb. Before my father was gone. Before. “Never take the creation of life for granted.” She says as she holds the crane in her hand. “We call to the Northern Spirit. To the Guardian of the soil and earth. Hear our call!”I giggle. Mama always has strange ways of sayin
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 134: Erebus
TheiaHis wolf appeared in the mouth of the cave. His dark inky coat is almost impossible to see in the dark, but his eyes, pools of molten gold, impossible to look away from. My pull to him is on a cellular level, every single cell in my body aching to be near him. The light to his darkness. The yin to his yang. We are meant to be. “Mate!” I hear a harsh growl penetrating my mind. His power capable of mind linking before our sealing. His aura blankets the cave and demands my submission. “You should not have come here. You are to follow me!”It’s clear he expects this to be a one way conversation. His wolf impatiently stares at me waiting for my submission. “I have a name and will not be talked to as a child.” I say sassily, unleashing my own aura in the cave. The power is suffocating. “How?” My mate stammers, stunned. I walk deeper into the cave, my paws clicking against the stone. I feel a pull, but I do not know where it is taking me. I press my nose to the stone and inhale de
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 133: Asteria’s Prison
Asteria I was born a killer. My very first breath stole the life of my mother. Her life the price for mine. A dark spirit must have traveled with me on my journey to my first life, one that would forever stain me and give me power beyond measure. Not the power of my people in my village. Their power is rooted in life. They are the people of the fields. People of the goats and sheep and cows. People full of love and light. I am storms and dark nights. I am moonless skies and barren fields. I am the harbinger of sorrow and loss. It’s a gift that I was given a chance at life at all, I suppose. If my father saw my future, would he still have chosen to save me? His powers rooted in life, he could not conceive taking mine. Even if I was tainted by darkness. Even if he could never keep me. He sold me to save me. “I am going to miss you when you go.” I say to the maid. The memory playing before me like a movie projected on the screen. My small body and innocent eyes. I couldn’t
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 132: Theia’s Rebellion
Theia Magic has no effect on me. Well maybe no effect is a bit of an overstatement; negligible, it has a negligible effect, like when you have a glass of wine. Maybe I get a little drunk, my focus a little blurry around the edges, but I am still in control. I can feel the wind shifting toward the King, like he is calling it to him. Even my fur seems to tug at me to follow the direction of the wind. My instinct to run with the wind is overbearing, like a nagging demand to turn around and run with it or face certain peril. The magic has not numbed my senses or surrendered my control. Perhaps these tricks would have worked when I was a pup or even a young wolf, when I had only just begun to test the limits of my drive to survive. I have spent lifetimes honing my skills to serve my Goddess. Hunting in the forests of my plane. Chasing and being chased by friends and foes. Preparing myself for what was to come. The training lasted far longer than any scholar had anticipated. To be the l
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 131: Run
It was as if Asteria’s memory played out on a screen in front of me. I’m a captive audience, cordoned off in a far off corner of my mind. Separated from my body but still aware of what is happening. The scene from Theia’s point of view also playing out, oddly disconnected from me, padded feet to forest floor the smell of earth and water. The dirt flecked in her fur and her nose pressed to the earth inhaling its aroma. Asteria’s trauma unfolds before me, almost happening to me, although the screams are not my own. The hunger in his eyes. The manic rage. His whip. My feelings are not entirely my own, it is as if I am Asteria in this experience. “Prince Aares.” I say in a voice that is not my own. A memory of an event I never experienced, yet vividly recall. This isn’t real, yet, I can feel his whip biting and tearing my skin. I can feel the blood snaking down the back of my thighs. The warm ooze somehow soothing the stinging pain. My back flayed open. His scent coats my skin like an
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 130: True Form
“May the Goddess anoint you with her love and bless you with your dreams.” “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” My mate and I reply. The priestesses are all around us. Their voices echoing off the walls of the cave, it’s impossible to tell how many are speaking as the voices echo around us. Our naked bodies only inches away from one another as we stand in the pool, his intoxicating scent masked by the abundance of minerals in the spring. “We ask our Goddess to cleanse you of all your impurities. Remove any malice from your hearts.” The priestesses chant around us. My body feels drawn to him. The urge I have to touch him is overwhelming, to just feel his skin pressed against mine. Any doubts I have floating away the second I am near him. I look ahead to the priestesses. I do not dare look at him in all his glory. One glance at him may be what breaks the dam holding back my urges, my last vestige of control. “Tonight, you are to shift into your true nature. The greatest trea
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 129: Pan
“The Mountain stands, unmoving— never wavering, rooted deeply into the soil.” The Queen begins, seated behind me on a small chair, her gown spilling out of the narrow seat displaying the sheer volume of fabric she seems to carry so effortlessly. Monica is plaiting my hair for the first ceremony. An intricate pattern of different braids joined together and fastened with a plain rag tie matching my temple dress. “The Wind with her sons raging across the lands, charge right at the Great Mountain, but it still stands. The nymphs of the waters try to claw through it, but still it stands. Rigid. Strong. Proud.” Her hands move with the story, in a way it was more akin to a fireside chat rather than dressing room gossip. It reminds me of my father’s stories around the fire. I listen to her tale, knowing little of her people, attentively watching her through the mirrors reflection. “The Goddess herself blessed the Great Mountain, and appointed the Shadow Mountain pack to be the Guardians
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 128: Rigid as the Great Mountain
“Waltz of the Mountains.” The King sneers. “Let’s see how well you keep up.” He casts a glare at Edward. “You know how your Grandmother adores the dance of her homeland, grandson. Do not disappoint her for the sake of your mate.” The warning is clear. “Yes, my King. I would not dream of disappointing.” He bows deeply, his hand on his heart pledging his allegiance. I remember our first meeting. “You play a dangerous game, girl.” He said with his hand around my throat. I suppose I am still that dangerous silly girl, too headstrong to fully submit. Incapable of bending to a tyrant. Incapable of silence. I am who I create. I feel Theia and Asteria in the front of my mind. Any overt display of power would be disastrous, so they lurk, careful not to allow their presence shimmer in my eyes. I deeply curtsy holding my hand to my heart as well, averting my eyes to the floor, not uttering a word. Silence and obedience. That is what the King demands. My stubbornness to blame for not b
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 127: Waltz
Silence. I dare not speak or move. “I have heard you can dance.” The King says in my direction. A small smile creeped on his lips. A sneer. “Yes, your majesty.” I say meekly. “You shall dance for us.” Edward looks at me with sadness in his eyes. A shimmer of anger rippling in his fields of green, at my faux pas. The weight of the King’s displeasure not only hitting me, but crushing him as well. Collateral damage. “I would love to see the waltz.” The Queen hums. “Edward can lead her if she does not know it. Besides, she will be expected to dance at their wedding celebrations.” I hope he indulges his wife. It is a far better option than being forced to gyrate in front of the King. His expression leads me to believe he wishes to not only remind me of my place but humiliate me in the process. The Queen’s suggestion is only her tossing a rope to her grandson to save him from the front row seat to my humiliation. The King looks to his Queen. “Very well.” He replies. “L
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 126: Fairytales
Fairytales have a modicum of truth to them. Just enough truth that the reader can absorb the message, learn whatever moral imperative is being taught. The tricky part is discerning what little bit is rooted in truth, and what is an outright lie, a fantasy embellishment to keep you reading. I prefer the stories with happy endings, lessons are still learned, but the main character in the end is well and fine. Perhaps that’s my first mistake, assuming my placement in the tale is the main character, rather than the abused maid or gullible villager, or otherwise nameless background character. A person in the crowd as the King strolls down the street naked. A lady’s maid to the wicked queen or damsel in distress. A nameless cousin to the main character, who tried on the shoe but it did not fit. Perhaps I am the main character, in one of those tales where she tragically dies. Her choices and bad decisions leading her to death, rather than the happiness she was seeking. The Queen seem
