Sleeping Beauty's Daughter Descendants Novels & Stories

she exhaled my name softly, "No one knows this, but I am a direct descendant of Calandus... I am the daughter of Alpha Nelfas." The world tilted too slowly at this point, and I didn't understand what she was saying for a moment. Wasn't she Amelia's great-granddaughter from a different paternal lineage that had absolutely nothing to do with Calandus? "No," I breathed, shaking my head, my body rigid. "No, that's not—"

"Especially those who hide it from their own lines." "Too much in riddles," Lucien growled, his patience clearly exhausted. "Speak plain or hold your tongue." "Very well. The line of Nightshade was thought exterminated, slain in the great purification about two decades ago. But a lone child had survived, hidden and raised in ignorance of what she really was." He looked at me directly, his eyes burdened with centuries of sorrow. "You are that child. The last daughter of the royal family that once ruled over all werewolf realms. Your ability was restricted by curse and conditioning, but the awakening has begun. The blood you shed has broken the first seal."

"I don't even understand princess, what is she referring to? What daughter?" I showed her the sheet where the matter was discussed, and from the expression on her face a memory came to her mind, I can't handle my impatience. "Speaks" "It's not my place to talk about this matter, I'm sorry." "Clara... I asked you a question and I want you to tell me what you know." “Queen Margareth had not been able to conceive a child, your father had threatened to leave her and then a miracle happened, you appeared. "I don't know the story behind this, and I don't want to make assumptions."

she said. “Those stories are true.” Kathleen spoke up. “She’s right. Us witches have always known that the Moon Goddess had mated with an Alpha and had a daughter. Only her descendants possess gifts.” Evelyn agreed. “We never knew which pack it was though. And with as much power as you have in you, there is no doubt about it. You are her descendant.” “That means so is Zara.” Emma said, looking back at Logan before returning to take her seat on his lap.

“She may think that the Philosopher's Stone is a suitable item for you. To help everyone in this world, to destroy all the evil and pain that torments the world, and above all, to destroy the Sorcery.” Liam clenched his fists. Heath shrugged his shoulders. “Don't forget that you too, will have twins soon. And they both are Lycan descents. Your daughter will be the destined mate of a Lycan, and your son will be the future leader of Almandine.” “Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred years from now, they will probably still need you. Not just them, but your grandchildren… your great-grandchildren…” Heath paused for a moment. "Your descendants that she will never be able to meet in her lifet

“I know. She was placed here by forces beyond your understanding. But you must understand this: she is no ordinary child.” Her violet eyes fixed on Aurora, who stirred in her sleep, her tiny face scrunching before relaxing again. Elle’s expression softened, but only slightly. “She is the daughter of the werewolf King and Queen. Their blood runs through her veins. She is their heir, the last of their line.” Ana gasped again, and I felt the world tilt sideways. “That’s not possible,” I said, though even as I spoke, I knew it was.

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

After years of tracking down the descendents of Azura, and the descendents of the three daughters, I had learned that only the female descendents inherit the power of nightmares and mind-control. It wasn't easy to find all of them, but I had help. I had spent days and nights pouring over the books, and a million records, to track down all of them. There weren't that many, anyway, but I knew we could do anything we wanted, even rule Draconia, with the power bestowed upon the daughters by Ikheli. Nothing would stop us, then. No one could. Tymeria switched on the overhead light and the soft yellow glow of the light pulled me out of my thoughts. The dungeon smelled like dank, putrid air when the

“You carry her legacy. Her blood.” I stopped, gazing down at her, my eyes filled with dark obsession. “You may not know it, but you’re the one to bring togheter everything I’ve been working towards! I smiled, ”If I can bring you to understand, to accept that you’ll bear the next generation—the next step in my grand plan.” My voice grew quieter, tinged with an eerie calmness. “You see, Angelica, you aren’t just any woman. You’re the daughter of Isolde von Schönberg, the last of her kind… just like me…”

Their eyes remain black with hatred but they do as they’re told, knowing that she’s right. She returns down the steps and starts pacing in front of them to deliver the information. “Your daughter has lived thousands of years in barrenless “vessels” as you so coldly stated. What you couldn’t control, is her human match. That is something I can control. You see, Emma is a direct descendent of my bloodline. She is a demi goddess in her own right. She carries my blood. This is why she can carry your children Morrigan”.