Snow White Daughter Novels & Stories

But the dome carried every syllable to the farthest corners. "The daughter she bore in the forest was taken by the Ice Wolf Clan and raised on the ice plains. Upon reaching adulthood, she married into the Ice Wolf Clan and gave birth to Luna's mother. The mother was sent to Alpha City and hidden in the laundry. Every one of her descendants can be traced. No one was left in Greyhollow." He extended his hand from his sleeve. Palm open. The lily-of-the-valley mark glimmered with a faint golden light in the noon sun.

I couldn't protect her from myself and ended up losing her. Now, our daughter, Skye...a witch, not a werewolf. Just like her mother. She is not only my heir but my redemption, the key to everything that matters. And I can't - I won't - let Jayleen Silver take her away from me. He can't have her. He can't... he won't.

"How can you say these things and still have a conscience? You sent her to the Highveil Mountains, where she died of hypothermia! Her body is still up there on the Highveil Mountains!" Chester's every move seemed to be in slow motion. "Why did she, who had so much trouble walking, insist on climbing that snowy mountain?" I stared at him with ice in my gaze. "You already know the answer." Chester shook his head wildly. "No, I didn't do it. I just signed her up for trips all around to help her clear her mind. However, I made sure she was safe. I never sent her to the snowy mountains." He was so pale that he looked like he might fall over. He did not seem to be lying.

It would make the truth that our Queen has been lost to us for all eternity all too real, and I’m barely holding my shit together as it is. “Brother…” Nova whispers, returning to my side empty-handed. “The other offspring.” Combing my blood-stained fingers through my hair. I lean over my bonetta and delicately extract our final offspring from her uva. Another female, but this one looks a lot like her mother and not so much of a Kindred like her older siblings. She is smaller, and my brows pinch together when I realise that the chill in my hands is not from my dying twin-hearts but from my daughter.

"I tried to stop her princess, but she was too strong to be handled alone" Elsa's brows furrowed as she listened to Sally speak, remembering her rival was the daughter of Alpha Cone, the most powerful, ruthless, and merciless amongst other wolves. Her father mentioned his name several times when she was little and she was being told that if the Alpha bore a son, then she was going to be his bride regardless of age. "Hurry Sally, we have to stop her" Elsa announced and turned back heading to her room with so much pace as she walked, but trying not to make anything feel suspicious.

I sat there, numb and watched the fire slowly burn out. “Daciana,” My mother called softly. “You are the first child born of a Frost demon and a wolf. You are the future.” My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't even know how to feel about my father anymore. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. Everything I knew about my life was a lie. And Milton, I wonder if he's always known my mother. Adam knew her. It explains why she recognised the day we'd returned to save Amelia.

Elsa's voice echoed from within the darkness. “There was peace, everyone was happy until the witch's daughter returned. She was just like her mother and tried to steal someone's lover. Only this time, the witch won't succeed!” She emerged from the darkness and stood in the light, looming over me. Her eyes shone with an ominous glint as she dashed me an evilly triumphant smile. “Why are you telling me this?” I finally asked. Elsa met my eyes and laughed hysterically. “Dumb! So dumb!” She spat. “The woman is my mother, the man is my father, the woman's daughter is me.” Her lips curved into a sinister smile. “The evil witch is your evil mother!... I don't have to spell out the rest.”

Covered with dazzling glittering gold silk cloth and a small tiara with a carved diamond wolf face in the middle of the crown rims on her cute round head, the only princess from the packs of rare white wolves was born. King Silas had never been happier watching her bluish purple-eyed daughter while she was being cuddled by her ever-attractive candy corn hair mother, Queen Ayana. "She looks exactly like you!" King Silas dotingly whispered as he caressed her little snow-white cheek.

"I was once Aurelia Drow. Gabriel Praxis adopted me during my time in the wilderness. He is my father by right, and I bear his name since I had none of my own. Much has changed since I left Snow Pointe, Alpha." "So I see," Alpha Snow growled, standing. "You fell in with a pack awf7ul quickly, Praxis, as though you had a plan already laid out for after your escape. Are we certain she had nothing to do with the attacks? She was imprisoned as an omega and returns before me as an alpha!" Hush fell over the crowd as he announced the quiet truth aloud. "That's not possible," Olivier muttered. "A wolf doesn't suddenly... change rank." "No, a wolf does not," I replied, though I kept my eyes locked o

Hampsworth asked the couple, staring at Anisia. “Yes, she is our daughter, Anisia Snow,” Audrina uttered. “I must say….your daughter is exceptionally beautiful, Mrs. Snow, just like you,” Mr. Hampsworth said, earning a smile from Audrina, but her smile didn't last long as she noticed Anisia was standing there like a statue and was not even taking her head upward which made her curl her fists in anger. “Hello, Ms. Snow,” Mr. Hampsworth forwarded his hand towards Anisia, who slowly took her head upward. She looked at her mother and found her gesturing to accept that man's hand.