Daughter Of Maleficent Ever After High Novels & Stories

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

Benji tried. But Principal Ferguson was having none of it. She simply looked over her glasses at the boy and waited. Benji sighed, sitting up a little straighter. “Fine. I called that one pathetic,” he admitted, pointing to Aria. I could feel Dominic restraining himself. Benji quickly looked up to his dad. “Which she is! She’s a werewolf without a wolf, and you said that’s pathetic!” Benji’s dad’s eyes widened in horror as he admonished his son. “That is the Alpha’s daughter, and you will show her respect,” he hissed as he actively avoided eye contact with Dominic.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

I walk up to it and the door magically opens. "Who dares enter my realm without an invitation?" I hear a voice say, but there is no one around. The voice sound really angry. "I am sorry for coming un announce, but I am worried about my mother. My name is Emelia Taylor. I am the daughter of the moon goddess." "I know who you are child, but what I don't know is why you are here." A really old man is walking up to me. He looks oddly familiar, but I don't know from where.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

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.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

My father was certain that the mother and daughter my husband brought back from Southern River were the daughter and granddaughter of an impeached official. As such, he locked them up. Afton Springfield, my husband, begged for my father’s mercy for seven days and nights outside the palace. This caused my father to fly into a rage. He wanted to get us divorced and execute Afton. To appease my father, I had begged him to release the mother and daughter as well in the previous timeline, even though I was heavily pregnant. Feeling resigned, my father sent the mother—Melinda—and daughter to the army as soldier servants. He also spared Afton and ordered him to treat me well so that he would