Sleeping Beauty's Daughter Descendants Novels & Stories

But it was what happened next that caused gasps to ripple through the assembly. The second fruit hovered before me, suspended in the air by the Tree's magic. As I watched, it dissolved into pure light that flowed directly to my abdomen, creating a visible golden outline of a tiny form, my daughter, perfectly formed though smaller than a walnut, glowing like a miniature star beneath my robes. "The Tree acknowledges the child of two bloodlines," Sebastian announced, his voice thick with emotion. "Hope Louise Harmony Diamond, first of the new generation born under restored balance." Maison stepped forward to stand beside me, his hand finding mine as we faced the assembly together. The golden li

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Soon she was hauled in between two guards. She saw his face, and her eyes flicked sideways, calculating. She tried to summon a smile. “Caelum? What is it?” He crossed the room. One hand closed around her throat and lifted her off the ground. Her face changed, and she thrashed. “You’ve lost your mind. Let go of me.” He held her there. The words came out of him one at a time. “There never was any curse. You fabricated it. You killed my daughter.”

Unknown POV. I sat in a tree out of sight watching. She shouldn't be here. This isn't possible. The spell cast on her mother was supposed to kill any possibility of her being able to reproduce. So how was she here? The line of wolves should have been extinct. The son still had no heir and the daughter shouldn't have done either. So how is it possible that I am sitting here looking at a direct descendent of the Gealach (moon) wolves? When she was talking to that ignorant brat earlier, I watched as her eyes turned purple. The only wolves with purple eyes were the Gealach wolves, so it was undisputable that she was one.

Could this be that he now hated me even when I was laying lifeless and about to die? "That is not true, it can't be, she can't be!" He stench, shaking his head, recalling the events that had happened several years ago. "Yes, Andrea." The old woman acknowledged, "she is in the hands of the goddess now, only them can save her, and you're right, she is Grace's daughter, a child from your father's rightful mate and Ramanov bred."

I couldn’t raise her hopes only to crush them again. The doctor hesitated, glancing at the girl. “Your Highness, I mean no disrespect, but she appeared out of nowhere. Could she be—” I cut her off. “Look at her. The scent, the face… even if looks could be mimicked, the scent couldn't. The Moon Goddess marked our bloodline with Lavender. No one else carries it.” Her features mirrored those my wife, delicate yet strong and unmistakable features. I knew it in my bones: this was our daughter.

Determined to unravel the mystery, they embarked on a quest to find the true heir of the Chi lineage. Initially, her parents rejoiced as Mia was their only heir. With time, her beauty began to blossom; her once-golden hair gradually darkened, mirroring the shade of the legendary Black Rose. Her eyes, too, transformed into the muddy brown hue as foretold in the tale. However, their joy was short-lived. When Mia was three, twin siblings arrived, altering the family dynamics. She started resembling the cursed princess described in the ancient legend. Her parents' happiness turned to disdain, as they now had two other heirs, making Mia seem unnecessary.

*"Miriam Silvermoon, last daughter of the Moon-Blessed bloodline, was known for her extraordinary prophetic abilities and healing gifts. She disappeared shortly after her mate's execution, heavily pregnant with their child. Her body was never found, leading many to believe she died in hiding while protecting her unborn daughter." Unborn daughter. Me. I am Lunara Blackthorne, daughter of Alexander Blackthorne and Miriam Silvermoon. I carry not one but two of the most powerful bloodlines in werewolf history. I am the child they died trying to protect. And my adoptive parents spent years using magic to keep me from knowing who I really was. Not to harm me, but to keep me safe until I was strong

I bounced my gaze between them. “Oh, drop the attitude, Knight. You figured out something, didn’t you?” She locked the door behind her and chanted something. “No one can hear us now, even if you yell into our faces.” Case blew a breath as if finding it difficult to open an old wound. “My granddaughter is cursed before she’s even born.” “What?” My heart nearly stopped. I momentarily stared at the old man and watched the pain appear in his eyes. “His daughter had a gift and has witch blood from her mother and Case’s late wife. Her mother’s name was Sophie,” Zarah began. “Such as a beautiful woman. I saw her daughter once, and she just looked like her mother.”