Sleeping Beauty's Daughter Descendants Novels & Stories

Both turned to Dexie, but she only raised her eyebrows, her playful smile widening. Dexie rubbed her eyes slowly, savoring the moment. “Sorry… what did you just say?” Regina’s heart pounded as the weight of her words sank in. Her bravado cracked as Dexie’s mocking gaze pinned her down. Panicked, she looked away, her eyes flickering with regret. Before Regina could recover, Dexie turned to Roger, her laugh light but sharp. “If I heard right, your daughter here just announced she’s the Zellweger heir.”

It would make the truth that our Queen has been lost to us for all eternity all too real, and I’m barely holding my shit together as it is. “Brother…” Nova whispers, returning to my side empty-handed. “The other offspring.” Combing my blood-stained fingers through my hair. I lean over my bonetta and delicately extract our final offspring from her uva. Another female, but this one looks a lot like her mother and not so much of a Kindred like her older siblings. She is smaller, and my brows pinch together when I realise that the chill in my hands is not from my dying twin-hearts but from my daughter.

The child, barely four months old, was fast asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in perfect sync with the heartbeat of the city. "She has your stubborn chin," Audrey whispered, reaching out to stroke the baby's cheek. "And your eyes," Lucas replied. "I saw them this morning when she woke up. They aren't the Silver of my father or the Violet of your Shadow. They're... dark. Like the earth after a rain." This was the ultimate suspense of the new world: The Mystery of the Next Generation. For a thousand years, every child’s fate was written in their blood before they were even born. But this child—the daughter of a King who surrendered and a Slave who rebelled—was a blank page.

she asked timidly. "I changed my hair and eyes because they said it would help me disguise, but I couldn't change back after the first few times." Her smile faded, and he knew it was something that bothered her. The Throndsens are thought to be direct descendants of the Goddess. Every Throndsen heir's first child was born with distinctive platinum hair and violet eyes. It was thought to be a sign that the heir had been blessed by the Goddess. If the firstborn lacked these distinguishing characteristics, he or she was deemed unfit for the throne, and the elders pressed the Alpha couple to conceive again. If the first child is not blessed, the second child usually is. And the fact that she cou

“But they will. And they’ll be magnificent.” “They already are,” Iris whispered. And in that shared silence, two mothers watched the next rulers of their world dream beneath the stars. Part 3 Bella’s Daughter Aurora Turns One The morning sun spilled soft golden light across the palace grounds, casting a serene glow over the royal courtyard as it transformed for the final celebration of the week. After days of laughter, gifts, and memories made in honor of the newborn heirs, today belonged to the smallest of them all—baby Aurora, Bella’s precious daughter, named after Queen Aurora herself.

Yet one morning, Princess Anna arrived at the palace with a little girl beside her, a child of seven, delicate and bright, bearing the unmistakable mark of Halrion blood. Her name is Susan. The truth was confirmed; she is Kian’s daughter. But the council was resolute; there will be no place for an illegitimate heir or seeds of bitterness within the Halrion palace again. Anna was instructed to raise Susan in her own kingdom, where she may grow free from the curse of her father’s choices.

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

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.

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

Marigold, her personal maid, brought over a small gold bowl and carefully drew a single drop of blood. "I swear, I hope this one really is my ninth daughter, so I never have to prick myself again." "Heaven willing, Momma, this will be your ninth daughter for real." Everyone at Griffith Manor already knew there were supposed to be nine daughters coming home. With me, that made ten—my mother liked to say I completed the set, her perfect ten. When the first "real heiress" came home, her blood matched both parents', and the three of them had wept in each other's arms with joy.