My Little Pony Daughter Of Discord Novels & Stories

Peace rose up slowly as her heart pound loudly. "Your kid is gonna be like my invention, you escaped been my Lycan but now you have a baby Lycan." Oscorb whispered as he staggered in front of her. She roared loudly as she rushed at the illusion and kicked it but it was the table. "Peace." Hannah screamed. She turned slowly as the colour of her eyes turned orange. "That's my baby." Oscorb chuckled. She rushed speedily at him but it was the couch as she tripped over and crashed roughly to the ground.

I finally understood what she had done to that dragon. Before me stood an impossible creature. The image of divinity—a wolf with a unicorn horn. I knew immediately that she wasn’t just some stranger. This had to be Muriel’s daughter. I hated to admit that my second thought, after the awe had subsided, was how pleased my father would be with me if I brought this creature back to him.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

Lucinda assumed it would be her daughter. She was wrong. It was ours. Eden has witch blood and wolf blood. Jupiter was born with both. She is our daughter and she will one day unite the wolves and the witches. For now, though, she’s just a bright-eyed, mischievous little five year old girl. And she is our world.

Dominic called as he walked around the palace, looking for the little girl who wouldn’t sit her butt in one place. “Where could she have gone again?” he ruffled his hair with a big sigh. “Gone missing again?” Bryce asked as he approached Dominic who nodded with a sigh. “For a little girl, she sure has a lot of energy. She disappears without warning and appears like a ghost - not to mention how super strong she is. She is just six years old!” “And the daughter of the moon goddess,” Bryce added with a smirk. “Her mother is a divine being. Are you expecting her child to be a normal wolf?”

I love that little guy. I chat with them for a while until Diory is full and goes back to sleep and then I can look at her sweet resting face. My daughter is beautiful, unbelievably beautiful. She has really blonde hair like Lucinda and Daniel's blue eyes. I really do love her more than my own life, but just like me and my sisters, Diory has the annoying bitch gene. She’s unbearable just like us.

I whisper into Nerina’s hair as I look down at our daughter. “Doris Ophelia Drummond, our Princess.” Nerina whispers, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.

" Your words suggest that there is someone behind the whole setup and when I think about questioning it my pain increases due to nervousness and tension and I can't hide it. "I am your daughter!' I cry out, feeling the liquid wet my legs. "Yes, and that's why you're going to keep your mouth shut." Say, impersonal. My vision blurs and I feel my temperature drop, leaving my hands sweaty and cold. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asks, looking fatherly for the first time. "I am not feeling well." Is all I can say before I hit the ground, feeling my consciousness slip away and all I hear before passing out is Peter's voice screaming in alarm.

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.