Snow White Daughter Novels & Stories

I stood up with my belly on display. “I am Aurora Grayson. Recently I learned that I was not at all human as I’d spent my entire life believing, I learned about the supernatural realm, I learned about my parents and each one of you here. I learned that I am not just Aurora Grayson's future lawyer but I am actually Princess Aurora Grayson-Montaforta, hair to Westhaven Kingdom, Mate of Damon Montaforta, the hair to the throne of veiled valley. I am princess Aurora Grayson, soon to be mother to My Daughter. My Daughters name is Princess Thea, Lucia Montaforta She is the Hair of Veiled Valley and The Hair of Westhaven. Damon and My Mate bond will bring our kingdoms together Our daughter will ens

Ronan’s POV For a few seconds, no one spoke. The shelter seemed too small for the truth. My father looked at Nyra again. This time, he looked differently. Not with fear of her, but fear for what the truth made her. Elaine’s daughter. Tobias Viremont’s daughter. A royal bloodline standing in a ragged shelter outside wraith land while the werewolf side bled behind us.

One landed on Jax's hand; the other four shot toward the pack's living quarters. "Jax, you're one of the pup's fathers... one of them." The witch's words caused an uproar. "What does 'one of' mean? Does the pup have multiple dads?" "But it looks pure red wolf. Jax is pure white wolf, right?" "That White family second daughter plays dirty. With her wild ways, she should've mated with the elves." Thorne shielded me in the crowd as we watched the show. Hearing the gossip, I nearly laughed out loud.

“The seasons had stopped turning. The land was dying, and no one knew why, not fully. The black magic had twisted the balance and cursed the cycle of the seasons.” Father frowns. “The air… it has felt different lately. The trees near the river bloomed. Thalia said it was just the weather—” “It wasn’t,” Lazlo says. “It was Xelina.” Father turns to me. “You brought Spring?” “I was the last thread still tied to the old bloodline,” I say, my fingers tightening around the edge of the shawl at my shoulders. “The daughter of Nadjia, the white witch of Virechant, and you, Caelan, shifter of Lunemar.”

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

" I messed with his growing hair on his head, but he still didn't stop licking my face. "Miracle, my daughter." I called her name as she grasped the dog from my arms and dragged her away from me. Miracle Whitestern is my miracle child, King Sortitus's daughter. My pregnancy with her was not a joke, and the moments when she almost perished from my womb felt like the end of my existence. I can still suffer the misery of being separated and rejected by her father, but I cannot let go of her sole resemblance to my princess. I also gave birth to her and reared her here for five years. She will never intend to go away from the cave and get away from me.

the maid said after knocking. They heard light footsteps from the inside and after a few seconds, the door opened and it revealed a little girl with the same hair color as their father and clear gray eyes. She had long eyelashes and a pointed nose. Her cheeks were also flushed naturally which highlighted her snow-white skin that looked like she hadn’t been allowed to go under the sun. “Brothers?” Her voice trembled as she looked up to see the faces of her brothers. Just as expected, the looks they gave her weren’t that welcoming. It was the same as the duke’s eyes when he told her that she was his daughter. There was no warmth in their eyes, just curiosity, and contempt.

They saw it as a disgrace. A shame and a taint to their reputation. And…they ruined my life. I’m 20 years old, an omega from the Frostbite Clan. Raava Snowfall. I am the princess of the Frostbite clan, the daughter of an Alpha, the Gamma of the Frostbite Clan. Our clan is beautiful and has large classical silver walls with millions of werewolves living in it. We live separately from humans. I live in a luxurious palace together with my monstrous father and a stepmother who hates my existence with life itself.

The woman was Snow’s mother, May Frost. May glanced at her daughter and said coldly, “I’m here because I’m afraid that some men might trick you and take you away. I won’t allow anyone to tarnish the Frosts’ reputation, so I’m here to pick you up myself. “Don’t you know that rumors are spreading already? The daughter of the Frosts is working for a small company in a small city as the chairman’s assistant. Don’t you know how embarrassing that sounds?” She was obviously upset by what she heard.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.