Sleeping Beauty's Daughter Descendants Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Chapter 6 - Princess Rogue Walking into the ball room with my father slightly ahead, I scan the crowd of fancily dressed dignitaries from around the globe. Werewolves stare back at us, bowing or curtsying to their King and Princess and I internally roll my eyes. Sadly, today their respect for me will be gone. A runt that rules the werewolf world is not the ideal future ruler. My eyes scan the room until I find who I am looking for. Geminie Starlight with her mate Ariven and daughter Destiny. My distant cousin and next heir for the throne. Walking down the elegant steps, I make my way to where she stands as a light catches the necklace she is wearing – a snowflake shaped moon stone. Her prism

Since leaving Avalon, so many of our kind had lost their way, mated to humans, losing memory of where their ancestors started, creating children with only a spark of magic left within them. But you only need a spark to ignite a flame. My task, my assignment, is to watch over the line of Morgana Regina Primus, descendants of Morgana’s only son, Mordred, who in turn had three daughters, often called the Fates of Avalon, three exceptionally powerful oracles. Each one has hundreds of descendants that span generations, sometimes crossing with other regal bloodlines. This line is especially important, as it is the most potent, having crossed over itself several times, containing the blood of all t

Yet every gaze lingered on her tattooed legs. The moment she removed her helmet she had all eyes fixed on her. Curly platinum white locks tumbled out of the Helmet. Reflexively everyone's eyes danced between the Heir to Queen Amber and Darach King's throne and this girl. Their lips parted in awe at the uncanny resemblance between Isak and this girl. The only difference was she looked like a healthy and more vigorous female version of Isak. One could easily mistake them for siblings. The spell broke when Darach King muttered in astonishment. "Do we have a daughter we did not know about?" His eyes turned a mesmerizing molten gold as the Beast residing in his soul peeked at Esmeray, His Daughte

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.

"It also means she is healthy, remarkable, and in possession of something that will be a gift when she is ready to receive it as one. The bloodline itself carries no burden except the attention of others. That attention can be managed." "Under Crown protection," Kael said. Not a question. A statement of what was already decided. "Under Crown protection," Dr. Caelwen confirmed. "Formally registered, fully documented, and sealed from any pack access without the mother's explicit consent." She looked at me. "No one can touch this without your permission. That will not change." I sat with that for a moment. Two hundred and thirty years dormant. My daughter. My ordinary extraordinary daughter who

, this will be the proof that my blessing to you is granted. As the day came when a daughter was born, a blonde and brown eyed child, the mother has been expecting that the child will have the features of the Fairy goddess. However, the mother died early leaving the story of the blessing to her young daughter. Passing it to the next daughter and so on.

Animal skin rugs covered the floor, and at the center was a wooden bed with my daughter lying lifelessly on it, covered in a woven blanket. My baby has been like this for two weeks now. And to make it worse, the ancient priest revealed that the only thing that can bring her back and set her free is innocent blood—blood from a monk’s lineage—and crystal blood directly from the moon goddess. Sadly, after a few days of searching and seeking the faces of the sorcerer, we were told that the only remaining descendants with that blood are Hazel and her mother’s younger brother. But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel.