Daughter Of Snow White Descendants นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That's right." "You expect a specific answer, but there are several, and all of them depend on you." My throat went dry. What was that supposed to mean? He considered me intently for a long time until I almost believed he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. "Snow White. Vampire. The daughter of an elf and a human. You're fated to bring - " "Hold on." I carefully moved closer to Abernathy, so I had a perfect view of his giant mouth. "My mother wasn't an elf."

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?

, she said, flattering him as she knew he loved. “Then why do you not have the answers I seek?” He asked. “It seems the witch helping her is a descendant from the direct line as well”, she said. “That is the only explanation to how they can block me from seeing anything”, she explained. “That is the thing with you witches” he snarled. “You all feel privileged to be direct descendants”, he mocked. “I should have wiped them all out when I wiped the werewolf Royal bloodline as well”, he said and she resisted the urge to glare at him, schooling her expression to remain neutral.

She looked stunning as she began to address everyone. "Thank you all for coming," she began. "There is much I must reveal." A hush fell over the room. "I am not only your Luna. I am the daughter of Queen Eleora Hayes, ruler of the Magic Kingdom, and destined heir to her throne. I was born to bring together the magic, Lycan and the wolf bloodlines. The goddesses of the Moon and the Sun chose me for this purpose." Gasps filled the air. Even the stoic Alpha Zeus looked surprised.

“What does his bloodline have to do with any of this?” He hesitated, then spoke carefully. “My mother said the late queen prophesied it before her death. Prince Zander was destined to father a daughter of mixed bloodlines. A perfection crafted by the gods themselves." "She would either bring harmony among the Lycans, wolves, and witches or destroy them all.” Josh continued I blinked, stunned. “And you think I’m that daughter… because you saw me change into a beast?” “No, my lady,” he said, genuine shock flashing across his face. “The blood of Prince Zander flows through you. I know this because of his blood in your veins"

she asked me. “I don’t think anyone knows who is Marcellus’ mother. I thought it was Noosha” I said. She seemed to ponder a bit. After a while, it clicked to me, and I turned to Meena with a gasp. “Gosh, Meena, I think I remembered the story now. Minthe was a daughter of Denexus and Sentaya, the rulers of Oribus if I remember well. I think Minthe went out of the picture when Hades kidnapped and raped Noosha and brought her to Wengarthria. This is what I heard, at least. Rumour has it that she was made to kill herself for insulting Noosha.” I said, and Meena’s eyes twitched for a second, then she trailed off somewhere.

He does not realize the danger of being a white wolf. " Yes, you are right." She took her feet off the table and straightened up her posture. " Mercedes is the descendant of the legendary white wolf. I can dare say she is the only one of her kind." Speaking of his mate, Felix's attention was fully caught and he was attentively listening. A playful Alexa is annoying, but a serious Alexa has something important to say. That is what Felix learned over the years of knowing her. And right now the important matter regarded his mate.

Edward looked at his daughter and then looked at them. "I was fated to a werewolf by the name Leah Brooks, Alpha Devin Brook's sister, and before I exiled her, she was pregnant with my child. Although she is late, Willow is that child. As you can see, she looks like my late mother, and I have DNA results to prove it," The King said calmly. "With all due respect, your majesty," King Aaron said, standing up. "I know this woman you are trying to crown, and I doubt she is your daughter," He said and looked at the crowd.

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

“So Damien is descended from Bianca.” “In a fashion,” Roderick said. “He is the fifth generation. The witch blood diluted, but it did not disappear. Women passed it, and they intended it to remain in daughters, until it did not.” He paused. “Damien’s family made a mistake. A male heir was born into a line meant to bear a curse through daughters. He inherited what no man should have. He inherited-” His voice dropped like a stone into deep water. “-the curse.”