Daughter Of Snow White Descendants Novels & Stories

“Part of the reason we shun witches that are turned into vampires is because we learned they’re still able to get pregnant. All vampire royals have a witch ancestor or two somewhere in their bloodline. Ironic, isn’t it?” The answer to a mystery I’ve wondered about my entire life is so easily given to me, I’m reeling trying to process it. My father’s actions feel more shameful considering we’re descended from witches. This magic has been in my blood for millennia, probably waiting for the right catalyst to create something new. Maybe falling in love with Emory and having Michael is all part of some grand design. A gasp makes us both turn to where Willow is standing. She has gone shockingly pa

Ayden just sat like the clueless and tired prince that he naturally was. "According to what I am seeing here. She is actually from the lineage of witches and not a direct descendant of the wolves. Something like the witches were dominating her own family race, but she has wolf blood running through her veins too. Like 40%," the old man explained. "So the queen is literally a witch?!" Ayden's voice resounded in the room so loudly, as he made a direct eye contact with Azalea who turned to look at him too. There was no way they were believing that.

“Yes, but I only found out years later, when she transformed for the first time. Doctors at Silver Bow examined her as a baby and determined that she was a wolf cub. They had to make sure that she was one of her kind and that I wasn't lying, but somehow she had her supernatural powers suppressed until she came of age. After she went through her transformation and we saw the white fur covering her body, we knew there was something special about her. Her powers were beyond anything I had ever seen as a witch, but she had no control over them. I realized they were triggered especially when she was feeling anxious or angry,” she explained. “That’s when I started investigating white wolves and di

Gemma asked, her body shivering slightly “That this second born child, was born to have her line continued but not as a powerful FAE. You see, the first born daughter was to be the Astrid after her mother. Even more powerful than her mother actually and so she would be seeked out, her line murdered for their power. The second daughter, by the name of Lily, lived. She grew up and it is her line that went on until you’re mother Lily and father Peter” “So, I’m the direct descendant of Lily? That means I’m not the Astrid? Wait...what happened to the first daughter?”

Eternal. As long as she made her annual sacrifice and could take away her children's will by sacrificing them, she would be eternal, young, and beautiful. The daughter of Winter, Snows White, who unlike the others had been sacrificed, taken their lives, drunk and bathed in her blood, eaten her flesh, given her soul to the mirror demon. At that time, she let her favorite live, but she grew, envy and madness like the others took her, envied, she killed her, but unlike the others, she wandered like a zombie, in which she was accompanied by spirits of annual sacrifices of other maidens through the underground corridors.

“At the beginning of time, the Moongoddess blessed the wolves with their powers. From then on it was ordained that the first daughters shall be blessed with powers beyond even that.” The second part was something I heard for the first time. I scoffed at the fabrication. Elias paused to look at me before continuing. “This blessing passes over many, but not you. First daughter of the Silverstone’s. You are a direct descendant of the first wolves.” I frowned. How could he know I was a first daughter? My parents were long dead. I felt uncomfortable so I stood up and took my water. “I’m sorry but I’m leaving now.” Elias watched me without moving a finger.

Emereah fell back into Vera's arms, gasping, tears of both pain and wonder streaming down her cheeks. "She's here," Emereah breathed. "My daughter. my flame." The child—yet wet with birth and burning with inherited strength—was taken up into the arms of the Silvermoon's oldest witch, Sorah, her hands inscribed with each generation's suffering and strength. Her voice echoed pure into the darkness. "The descendant of both Flame and Fang," Sorah bellowed. "Born of fire's wrath and a line cursed no more." The pack lowered their heads. The fire at the heart of the stone ring flamed higher.

Their eyes remain black with hatred but they do as they’re told, knowing that she’s right. She returns down the steps and starts pacing in front of them to deliver the information. “Your daughter has lived thousands of years in barrenless “vessels” as you so coldly stated. What you couldn’t control, is her human match. That is something I can control. You see, Emma is a direct descendent of my bloodline. She is a demi goddess in her own right. She carries my blood. This is why she can carry your children Morrigan”.

I am not even second in line that is my brother Victor Cline's territory but who can go against the king of the vampires. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sapphire Cline.princess of the Vampires. I have been groomed for the last 100 years to be the best lady I can be. I just wish I was a normal human girl, I don't want to be a princess. My father keeps setting me up on dates with the most eligible vampires out there and I hate it. I just want to wait for my mate. I will accept him no matter who he is but my father wants to keep our bloodline clean. My father and my mother are not mates. My father's mate was a fairy, and he rejected her as soon as he found her.