Daughter Of Snow White Descendants Novels & Stories

Drusilla smiled, she was finally able to find the root of the wormwood tree and she was its next owner. "She's not my mother." Drusilla spoke softly, trying to keep herself from shouting so everyone could hear. Her mood since visiting Almira White's grave was different. At first, she had only doubted, but now her suspicions had been strengthened. She was not the daughter of Almira White, or rather she was not a descendant of the White family.

“The only problem is…well, he needs her blood to make this happen. Sure, all of the children of the night are made of her but…” “They aren’t direct descendants.” I realized what he was trying to say. “Well, that’s impossible to find. There’s no way that he’d find something like that. That would mean that the goddess mother would have walked the earth. That she had actual children with someone. I…that-” I stopped as I looked at Tobias, his expression told of something else that he wasn’t telling. “That’s impossible. Right? That-Tobias, that’s impossible.” “No, no, Vale. It’s not.” he said. “Something that your mother didn’t tell you, because I don’t even know if she knows but…she is a descend

"We're in The Devil's Lair. We've been brought as tributes. You can't make trouble or they might kill you before you even get a chance to see him." "The Devil?" I asked, stunned and suddenly terrified. Nodding again, the girl quickly whispered, "I'm Donna. My parents saved me to offer him. I hope he picks me! If I become his Luna, my parents will get to live in the Alpha House with me and my whole family will benefit. I'm the first Snow White our line has had in generations." A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have.

She mumbled, looking into my eyes. “Eleanore, what is going on?” I asked, my voice trembling, and suddenly, a tornado of emotions swiveled in my chest. “You are, Alyssa. Ashia's lost daughter. You are a very powerful witch, a descendant of our coven's mother, and one of the last pure white lineage descendants. I was dumbfounded by the information she was providing. She hugged me, showing her excitement and all her emotions. Suddenly, a lady appeared where we were.

my own father doesn't know who he is to me! And that explains the reason for her tears! My poor Angel! "Wait! ! I read something in our book while you were sleeping where.. wait ...Here! Here, listen, Every generation will birth one heir to the singular eye color, characteristic only of descendants of a white wolf. If we can find the name of that Alpha's great great grandmother we can trace the descendants with violet eyes, and that would only be two people before we know your father's name. Right, Jeremy? Wouldn't that be the genealogical treeing of that?"

The notion of a hidden descendant among us seemed both fantastical and plausible in the context of Xavier's narrative. Xavier paused, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "Yes," he finally replied, his voice softer now. "It is said that before they retreated into seclusion, the king and queen of the white wolves had a child. The details are vague, but the belief persists among some that their lineage continues, perhaps hidden among ordinary werewolves." I absorbed this revelation with a mixture of awe and apprehension. If there were descendants of the white wolves living among us, what role did I play in this ancient lineage? Could my curiosity about the white wolves lead me to uncover truth

She says. "And you've gained such an aura of dominance in such a short period of time? That's almost unheard of." He says in awe as we start to ascend. "Well, my existence is almost unheard of. I think it has a lot to do with my bloodlines. I am a descendant of the deceased Witch King, and my father was an Alpha, though I never met either of them." She says, sounding slightly sad. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me while her mother rubs her arm gently.

I let out a growl. ‘Magnus, you’ve shifted?’ Dad says. ‘And he is pure white like my wolf.’ Mum says, stunned. ‘Have you ever seen a white male Alpha before?’ dad asks mum. ‘No, but like me, he is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Perhaps my grandfather was a white wolf or a grandfather before him, or he could be the first pure white alpha wolf to exist? But either way, the Moon Goddess has bestowed this on him.’ Mum smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, my son.’ She says and hugs me.

I let out a growl. ‘Magnus, you’ve shifted?’ Dad says. ‘And he is pure white like my wolf.’ Mum says, stunned. ‘Have you ever seen a white male Alpha before?’ dad asks mum. ‘No, but like me, he is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Perhaps my grandfather was a white wolf or a grandfather before him, or he could be the first pure white alpha wolf to exist? But either way, the Moon Goddess has bestowed this on him.’ Mum smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, my son.’ She says and hugs me.

“I know. She was placed here by forces beyond your understanding. But you must understand this: she is no ordinary child.” Her violet eyes fixed on Aurora, who stirred in her sleep, her tiny face scrunching before relaxing again. Elle’s expression softened, but only slightly. “She is the daughter of the werewolf King and Queen. Their blood runs through her veins. She is their heir, the last of their line.” Ana gasped again, and I felt the world tilt sideways. “That’s not possible,” I said, though even as I spoke, I knew it was.