Sleeping Beauty's Daughter Descendants Novels & Stories

“And then, three years later, there was another boy. This is just marvellous. Vince, correct?” “Yes,” I answer. “He is Logan Balckwood’s son.” Flashing me a smile is all the interaction I got before he crosses his hands, laying them on the desk in front of him. “And quite a few years later.” He lifts a piece of paper, checking the dates. “Four, to be exact, there comes your daughter. She is a hybrid, is that correct?” “Yes, Your Honour,” Cayden answers, as he must have sensed my voice failing me. “She is Hendrick Alaric’s son.”

She could crush worlds with a touch, it seemed. "How did my daughter get poisoned?" I demanded. "Don't tell me it's genetic because that makes no damn sense. Something went wrong. Someone did something." For the first time, her lips curved with something that almost looked like approval. "You are smart," she murmured. "That is why your father made you his successor." "She was poisoned at childbirth. The one who touched her first carried a curse she did not even know of." "What..." I whispered. My mind raced, piecing it together, dragging up the memory.

He hadn’t given up on me. “I’m staying with a friend not far from here,” I said. “The other girl is there too, Clarissa. Descended from the Silver Saintess. She is the last of her line, just as I am.” Kieran seemed surprised by who Clarissa was but didn’t say anything about it. I suppose discovering I had survived the annihilation of the Silver Mist was shocking enough, let alone another daughter from the main council.

“Yes. I don’t know how or why, but she is my second chance mate. She isn’t supposed to be with him. I had Randolf do some checking, and we believe that Randall’s father did something to make Randall Annalise’s mate.” “But why?” I look out the window and over the city outside and wish I could let Raoul out for a run, but it is going to have to wait. I sigh as Douglas asks again, “Alpha, why would Alpha Remington do that to his own son?” I turn and face him as I walk back over to my desk and sit down I say. “Douglas, have you ever heard of the Descendant Daughters of the Moon Goddess?” “Yes, there are a select few bloodlines that the Moon Goddess deems worthy of being blessed by her and the el

“From the first generation’s notes. They called her the Crown Seed.” “What does that mean?” Jasmine asked. “She was not a vessel only,” Winifred said. “She was the prototype. Before Sabrina began carving up shards down to bloodlines. This girl was born with it.” “Born?” I echoed. “How?” Winifred looked at me and then at Elara. Then Jasmine. “She had been Kaelen’s daughter,” she said. Jasmine stood slowly. “And now she’s waking up.” “No,” the girl murmured and raised her head. Her eyes glowed faintly—gold again.

She runs away from her father's house and, by luck or divine providence, finds refuge in the house of a nobleman who falls in love with her, very far from Vienna. Despite the nobleman caring for her daughter as his, she registered her in the royal notebooks as Mordred's daughter. Madison was no less crazy than her father had made her; her now false lucidity made her equal to him. Maybe it's true, and the victim becomes the new monster. After killing the nobleman who had taken her in, she became the owner and mistress of her little property and raised her daughter there to one day kill Mordred and the entire Blood family, culminating in sitting on the throne as queen.

I cannot believe Lilith will have three pups to care for. What a prize to behold. But my daughter has always been just that. Her blood so pure that she’s more a goddess than I’ll ever be. After all her blood is from two of the longest reigning gods. It’s time to go to bed, I know it is and have been putting it off but I must put these boys down and allow myself the sleep I need to continue. So I place them in the last pool. Tucking them in the soul fluid to allow them to rest as I will.

“This is the part that I hoped you’d figure out. I didn’t tell you the story of the witch and the Lycan to waste your time. It is a significant part of your own story.” My heart skipped a beat. I tried to recall everything she told me but my memory was failing me a little. It didn’t help that I was afraid that she was tricking me. Up until now, she didn’t give me any valuable information. “How so?” “The little witch who fell in love with the Lycan King was my daughter,” she said. Her voice was filled with longing and sadness. “And the child she gave birth to was my granddaughter.” My eyebrows shot up. This was getting more and more difficult to understand. “And how is this related to me?”

The queen adds. I bite the delicious meal before me while thinking about what the queen told me. I knew Cavallo was an ass, but I had no idea he was that bad. I remember him trying to recruit me, but I turned him down. His ideas were too far out there, and they sounded like the ravings of a psychopath. “Your daughter had beautiful green eyes.” I comment. “Yes, she inherited them from my family. They come from my father’s side. He had fae blood in him.” The queen states.

I shook my head. "Just the dread that I might one day succeed in killing my mother," I joked and looked over my shoulder at the woman. There was a frown on her face as her eyes dug into my own. "Come on! It is a little bit funny! The killer Queen's daughter kills her own mother, very poetic." I joked again and Miranda tsked in response. This wasn't a laughing matter to her, nor should it be to me, either. "When you need something, just let me know. I will try and brew another sleeping potion for you. Your mom says you have trouble sleeping as of late."