All Chapters of A Daughter’s Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

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

AsteriaThe moment I killed him, I knew I was living on borrowed time. Killing your master is a violation of the purchase contract. Defective merchandise to be destroyed. That’s just a regular occurrence. It’s a whole new level when that master is the Crown Prince and future King. I ran through the woods, the power still buzzing through my body. My body electrified, drenched in pure power pulsating through my veins. Drunk on it, both ecstatic and devastated. Woods just like this into caves that we have just fearlessly entered into. The smell repulses me, sulfur and garlic with a touch of rotten egg. This cave has snakes, their musk lingering and clinging to the walls. The pungent smell of rats hanging in the air. Old blood. “Stop!” I scream, hoping Theia can hear me. “Stop! Turn back!” My body being dragged deeper into the cave. Into the darkness. I can only bear witness. A witness to an execution, quietly observing a government murder, doing nothing to intervene. “Ceres! Ceres!

Asteria “Clever child.” The serpent hisses. “You smell of dirt and rain. Of thunderstorms and death. Why did you come to my cave?”“I— ” I pause. I do not know what to say. “I smell of death because I am a murderer.” The idea such a statement would intimidate a beast like this is laughable. “You are far too young to be yoked with such a name.” “I was betrothed to… to a man.” I don’t dare mention Prince Aares. He may hold no dominion over beasts, but he held it over the lands. To exist on his lands is to bend to his will. “I killed him.”“It smells as though you did not escape unscathed.” The serpent slithers around me, its tongue probing the air between us, gleaning information. I had forgotten about the strike to my back with the whip. The pain surfacing, tiny prickles along my back, the blood weeping and partially dried. My body shivers, the cold air of the cave whirling around me, my thin gown doing nothing to keep me warm. “You should start a fire, I can offer no warmth. My e

Asteria“Other world?” My innocence is clear in my voice. Watching this memory play before me only underscores how small and innocent I was at the time of my ascension. The change that was coming that I know as the viewer who has lived it, but the small girl before me cannot even begin to imagine. One so young and unexposed to the world. I only knew loss, pain, and subservience. To follow orders or perish. A never ending cycle of trying to leave but never escaping. Never having the opportunity to ponder the world or how it operated, only capable of surviving. But then I was there. In that cave. And he was dead. The last tether keeping me there severed. I had survived. At least until that point. “There are far more important things to learn than the structure of the universe.” She hisses in response. Her words are both terrifying and oddly soothing. “Knowing each realm of existence will do little to help you survive the storm that brews on the horizon.”“S-storm?” I stammer.“Can’t