Novel & Cerita Daughter Of Maleficent Ever After High

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

“No offense, but haven’t we gone over this already? We’re all aware that Carden has been placed in charge of the girl.” “It shouldn’t matter who takes her. She’s the enemy. And I’m perfectly capable of dealing with a conwoman and her monster daughter.” Greggory hisses. He senses the conversation getting away from him. “She summons demons. Sees your worst fear with a single touch. Responsible for handfuls of murders. She should be put down, not paraded around.” His words suck all the air out of the room. He has no idea who he’s talking about. He has no idea that he’s bashing the daughter of a fallen soldier. Enemy or not.

I asked. “White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head. “What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.

I sat there, numb and watched the fire slowly burn out. “Daciana,” My mother called softly. “You are the first child born of a Frost demon and a wolf. You are the future.” My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't even know how to feel about my father anymore. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. Everything I knew about my life was a lie. And Milton, I wonder if he's always known my mother. Adam knew her. It explains why she recognised the day we'd returned to save Amelia.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

"You really don't care at all, do you? I have a condition triggered by extreme cold, and you didn't notice a thing. Mother, you're even more disappointing than I imagined." I turned away. Father chased after me. "Can't we talk about this!" Just then, Sophia appeared, her face twisted with anger. "You dare show your face! What kind of family abandons her pack elders? A few months in the wild—in the past, they would execute rogues like you!" I slapped her, my claws drawing blood. "You dare lecture me? At least I didn't abandon my family for a luxurious life, chasing after another pack's family, pretending to be an orphan to join their life!"

Losing a war of words meant nothing—losing face was the real defeat. “Soon enough, Evander will regret walking away from me—the real daughter—and picking you, the fake. A white swan is always a white swan. Even if she comes home late, she never turns into an ugly duckling.” Her voice dipped colder as she threw the final blow. “But you? You were born with ugly duckling blood. Just wait. You’ll see.” ***

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Show me how a werewolf purrs! My daughter looked up from the muddy pool. Her face was stained with blood and tears that continued falling into the mud. "Meow." The maids at the scene laughed with Elena. They cast disdainful looks at my daughter's petite frame. "What Female Alpha? She's filthier than a Rogue." "Keep your voice down! You don't want Alpha Alaric to hear you insulting his daughter—he might kick you out!" "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the Wolffang Pack knows that Alpha Alaric loves only Elena! His five-year-old daughter doesn't even have a name. He wouldn't punish us over such a non-matter because we're Lady Elena's most trusty servants!"

I sighed softly and closed my eyes. Evangeline: There is only darkness within them. They were born of evil to perpetuate it. I, Evangeline Knight, Daughter of the Moon, strip you of all your powers and condemn you to live as mere mortals. Any spell that aided your appearance will be removed, and any ability to embalm others is now forbidden to you. I opened my eyes as a lone tear slid down my cheek. From young girls, they grew old, their bones bending as age took hold. Their once silky hair was now nothing but a shapeless gray mass on their heads.