Daughter Of Snow White Descendants Mga Nobela at Kwento

She couldn't let him do this! "Father! Please, stop! This isn't right!" "Resisting is useless. Now, open for me!" "But... but we are father and daughter!" Snow White sobbed, her body wracked with a primal terror. King William only laughed coldly. "Father and daughter? You were already in your mother's womb when I married her. You’re just a bastard child she brought with her. I can take you as I please!" His eyes held no love, only a terrifying, hollow lust.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. But I believe a woman can rule a kingdom without a man, so don't apologize. My sister is the current ruler of the Underworld and she's doing well." She felt relieved. She thought that the candidates also see her as nothing but just a woman and that she was not worthy of the throne. "I can introduce you to my sister someday so you could get some advice from her." "Why was she chosen, and not you?" She asked curiosity piqued. "She's a direct descendant of the Demon God and a full-blooded demon, while I was just a halfling." She frowned. "A halfling?" "My father is the Demon King who was exiled here in Telluria. And my mother is from the Dragon Clan."

"I'm glad your father woke you up quickly, Francine. I've finished cooking dinner. Please help me set the table," Francine didn't seem to hear anything, and her gaze remained fixated on the man. Her father cleared his throat when he realized where she was staring. "I nearly forgot..." Her father took her by the elbow and led her to the man who still held her gaze. "Francine, he is Azure, and Francine, she is Azure. My only daughter, the Luna Princess of the pack," "A-Azure..." She couldn't say his name on her own, but it's lovely, and he complements it.

“You are a direct descendent of the Moon Goddess.” “What?” I chuckle nervously. “That can’t be right.” “Your mother was one too,” Mom tells me. “They have been hiding among rogues for centuries.” I sit down in the nearest seat and rest my head in my hands. “So, if I were to have a child…” “It would likely be a white wolf as well,” Mom finishes for me. “All of my children?” I ask. “I don’t know,” Mom replies. “The sisters didn’t really get into it. But there is more.”

A tiny line of red blood instantly trickled down his skin, staining the collar of his flannel shirt. Dad, I screamed, my voice cracking as I slammed my hands against the plastic barrier of the rink. Richard looked directly at me, his smile widening into a monstrous grin. Here is the deal, little girl. You are the last living descendant of the Silver Falls Healers. Your pure blood is the final key to unlocking this relic’s true power forever. He pressed the knife a little deeper into my dad's skin. My dad let out a weak, painful groan, his eyes fluttering open for a split second as he looked at me in pure agony.

Kwen smiled. "Yes and no. I do have human DNA, but I am not human. My father is Alpha Brandon Blackwolf. I look almost identical to my mother, so no one ever considers me to his daughter, but I am. We already had a paternity test to quiet others. As you all can see, and if you know your history, my father is the son of Tori Blackwolf- a chosen. This is no dye job. I was born with silver hair. Silver hair is a trait of the Chosen."

Chiara, your father and I were nothing more than a mistake of epic proportions, in which I ended up being the slave of a heartless sadist at the cost of saving the true love of my life. I don't know if you know this, but we come from a powerful lineage of white she-wolves; our power is dormant until one of our daughters finally awakens her she-wolf. I don't know if it will be your turn to wake up or if you will be forced to give lessons to your own daughter, but what I am about to tell you, although it sounds like a fantasy tale, was the rawest truth of my life. I stopped my reading and closed my eyes as tears began to attack me.

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

His maternal heritage was proving more substantial than he had ever thought. He received the knife and turned it over in his hands "My blood is that powerful?" "You think? Asides being a blue-blooded werewolf, of the dynasty of plane Weode. You are a direct descendant of one of the prominent children of Hades," Sabine placed her hands on her hips, "Not only can your blood call the dead, you can control it after I invoke its spirit." Really, that was brilliant. Was that how the Fey sorceress had manipulated the spirit of the dragon to do her bidding after invoking it?

you are descended from the only vampire who managed to tame the instincts and even the vampiric hunger. Soraia was in a hole with no idea how to get out and what's worse, the hole was so deep and suffocating and much stranger than the hole Alice had fallen into in the story. Adam approached his confused daughter -my daughter -she looked him in the eyes- you are a direct descendant of the Goddess Ramnisha, the Queen of the Kaxal clan, which makes you special. -Mom, are we vampires too?- asked Amy, staring at her parents, afraid of the answer.