Daughter Of Snow White Descendants Novels & Stories

I don't know the story behind this, and I don't want to make assumptions. "I need to know, Sure... I want you to tell me what you think about this." “I'm only sure of one thing, princess, you are her father's daughter, you have the same eyes, the color of her hair. That document she has in her hand was written when a crazy woman appeared in the castle and kidnapped you. Your father almost started a big war, fortunately everything turned out well." “You think Queen Margareth is not my mother, right?” Clara remained silent but I don't need her to say more, anyway at this moment it is not important, the queen is far away being happy.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?" "Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her. "I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?" Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes. The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.

and wonders how Jensen the Lycan king ended up with a daughter so… ordinary. Except for my eyes, of course. Even in the dark, they burn back at me in the mirror. Unnatural, bright blue, glowing faintly when my wolf stirs beneath the surface. A gift from my mother, or maybe a curse. Either way, they’ve always made me different, and tonight, that difference feels like power.

Mayra looked at me with a helpless and worried gaze while giving that glass to me. “My mother told me what happened to your birth mother before she died, Maddie. Ava Whitelock wasn’t an ordinary werewolf. She was a white wolf mated with the midnight black wolf. According to our ancient scriptures, the pup born from a white wolf and a midnight black wolf is called a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, no matter the gender of the pup.” She paused and took a deep breath. The liquid was bitter, but I still drank it while listening to her explanation.

“The Tribe of Seraphina has always sought their own Kingdom and the reunification of the tribes. They seek what they were promised.” “And which of these tribes are you and I part of?” I question. I feel no allegiance to any of these people. Their problems seem so distant from my concerns. “My mother is a direct descendant of the Great Mother. The Great Mother’s most powerful daughter’s daughter’s daughter’s daughter. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the greatest power flows down the female line. We all descend from Circe.” “Seems the throne in which you sit and the one for which you aim are not the same.” I say as I consider what she has told me.

The queen adds. I bite the delicious meal before me while thinking about what the queen told me. I knew Cavallo was an ass, but I had no idea he was that bad. I remember him trying to recruit me, but I turned him down. His ideas were too far out there, and they sounded like the ravings of a psychopath. “Your daughter had beautiful green eyes.” I comment. “Yes, she inherited them from my family. They come from my father’s side. He had fae blood in him.” The queen states.

She is exactly what the prophecy described. I shake my head vehemently. "No, the prophecy is clear. I must find the white wolf; she does not come to me. The white wolf must be the last descendant of the legendary White Wolf Clan. Elena is a lycan, not a wolf. Her parents are not from the White Wolf Clan! Her parents originated from the algaes." Leo puts a hand on my shoulder. "You are overthinking this, my friend. Sometimes there are glitches in prophecies. The important thing is that the white wolf is here, and our kingdom can finally break free from the curse."