Rapunzel Daughter Novels & Stories

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

“Rapunzel flowers.” Marek nods once. “Camoanula Rapunculus. Also known as the Rapunzel flower. He plucked a handful, and the moment he did, the bush withered. It just died right there. It startled him, so he ran. He brought the flowers home and ground them into his Luna’s tea.” “And it worked?” “Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.”

Zonda's POV This wasn't possible. It wasn't supposed to be possible. No wolf should posses such powers. It was unheard of. My fingers trembled as I cracked them. I started walking. Slowly. I did not know where I was going. I needed to gather my thoughts together. “What isn't supposed to be possible, wizard?” I heard the voice behind me. Clarissa’s daughter. I didn't know I was being followed. I bit back my words. I didn't want to reveal too much. It was too early to jump to conclusions. Nothing was sure yet.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Helen stammered, then shot Flara an irritated glare. Flara stopped and looked behind her. There was nothing but boundless darkness—the shadows of trees swaying within it. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the short-haired girl: “Frigg… I won’t complain anymore.” That’s right—this tomboyish, short-haired girl was Frigg. Daughter of Fjörgynn and Nótt, a figure of high standing within the Vanir tribe, yet also mocked by many as a wild child—unloved by either parent.

Shirley teased when he came close to the table she was leaning on, to place the baked tacos. "That would be a great idea Rapunzel. Although your dad might just end up killing you," he obliged her with a smile. She scoffed. "Whatever… He has no say about my love life. I can be with whoever I want. Too bad, I have only been meeting frogs. Who knows, you could be the prince charming I am looking for," she taunted, a smug smile playing on her lips. He chuckled. It weirdly sounded like music in her ears, compelling her smile to widen.

And so the elf knight has licked the deer fat off her lips, and has bitten her neck, and blood rose like a spindle of a witch's loom, a thread red dead, and he has cut his palm and pressed it to her lips, and she drank fair and true. "Take me away from this eon, away from this day where dead men play, away from this sorrowful world." So he has gone dancing with her, ghosts, into the harrow, down into the mounds, to eat stone all their days. Yolanda Returns Rapunzel Awakens the Rose - Sleeping Beauty has hair of roses, violet slumber in an ivy tower encastled with cool granite, the

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

I asked. “White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head. “What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.