Daughter Of Maleficent Ever After High Novels & Stories

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

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."

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

I stared at my sleeping princess and a smile spread across my lips. "Maleficent. Maleficent Alexia Wilson." I said, glancing back at Kane to gauge his reaction. He had a big smile on his face as he looked at me with love and adoration. "Beautiful! Just like her!" I sighed happily and looked back at my beautiful daughter, Maleficent.

“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?

She continued, "Your clothes and jewelry are really nice. Your premium travel bookings are great too. I've let you enjoy them for so many years—it's time to give them all back to me, don't you think?" My blood wasn't just boiling—my wolf was howling for blood. All my combat training about anger management flew out the window. Before I could even think, my claws were out, striking her face, leaving an instant bloody scratch. "Ah!" she screamed, glaring at me fiercely. "You dare hit me?" She lunged at me to strike back. But the instant my parents pushed open the bedroom door, she pretended to fall to the ground, covering her face and crying. "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Mom said I cou

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.” ***