Novel & Cerita Snow White In Descendants

"The amount of power in The Sanctum… I feel it in you. At first, it was small, but over time it has grown more prominent. I can feel it very clearly now. It's as if I were sitting next to a full-blooded witch." A direct descendant of Selene. That was how the witch had put it. Although she had mentioned Natalie getting her fur color from her. Since she had jet-black hair, I had to assume that she was more than what met the eye. "I don't know what to do with that. I just wanted to shift into my wolf." She mumbled, closing her eyes and letting her head rest back. "You embrace it, my love," I whispered, as I reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap, my thumb moving back and forth over the

If perhaps I had the leadership skills my mother did, that might not be the worst idea given my options. Wait- my mother, her pack. I’ve only ever heard incomplete stories about them from my father, they didn't get on well with him for some reason so we never visited or spoke about them often. But he never failed to mention that they were kind people, the kindest he’d ever met. I need to find them, and once I do and can prove that I'm not just one of them but also a descendant of the throne, all my worries would be taken care of. And I'll even have the resources to exact my revenge.

“Has no one told you?” “Told me what?” “You really don't know.” His smile darkened. “That you’re the last descendant of the royal white wolves.” The world crashed around me, and you just had to believe me when I said this was the twist I didn't see coming at all. “Wait.” My breath stuttered. “W-What?” “Your lineage,” he drawled, “is the only one capable of stopping me. The only one with the power to ruin everything I’ve built. Why do you think the poison was necessary?”

“King Ailduin, this is Cayden Holstin. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve found several dragon descendants and we’re going to be meeting with them shortly to explain to them what they are and what it means to be descended from dragons.” “How many?” he asks. “Four. And they’re from all four lines of dragons.” “Even the Ddraig line?” he asks. “Yes, and I wanted to ask you about that,” Cayd says, looking up at me. “I’m on my way. It will take me an hour if Anastasia runs in wolf form and I run with her,” he says, and I can hear that he’s moving. “King Ailduin, do we need to be concerned? Torin, that’s the descendant from the Ddraig line, seems more of a fighter than the others.”

She was like a flowing moonlight as she quickly traversed inside the forest, such a sight was too beautiful, such a silvery white and pure color on her body made her look incomparably beautiful. Within this short period of time that I was lost in thought, a sudden gust of wind blew in front of me, causing my hair to flutter, and then Livia's body had scurried quickly towards the front, and within a short period of time there was only a silvery white dot left. This is the power of the descendants of the Moon God, my heart was filled with shock, but a wave of defiance also followed, and then also in the next moment transformed into a wolf.

The only one who didn't look shocked was my mother. I took a deep breath and Stephan held my hand for reassurance. "Mom, what do you know about the great white witch?" I asked. I watched as shock washed over my mothers face and her eyes went wide. "How did you-" "A man came here this morning. He kept calling her Angarika and said she was a descendant of the great white witch, but he also told her to speak to you about it" Stephan cut in. I watched as my mother played with her fingers before she looked up and said,

It was a secret she had concealed, for she didn't want the witches to know about her werewolf offspring. Ever since, every descendant, whether male or female, has possessed the haunting mark of lavender eyes, reminiscent of the enchantress Morgana herself. The power of her legacy lay dormant in female offspring, hidden from the watchful eyes of the world. And now, she stands as the first known girl descendant with this power.

“If you want to know who that person is, then, unfortunately, I can not tell you because I do not know. There is a witch tribe that is assigned the duty to trace the descendants of the Oswyn. The tribe has been doing it for years. This is the tribe that the witch who originally led to the creation of the vampires and the werewolves belonged to. But they do not share this information with anyone.” “You mean, there are people who are keeping a check on Oswyn’s descendants? Does that mean that they are safe?” “Yes and no. It just means that they would interfere if the Oswyn blood is put to any unceremonious or unnatural use.” “So, there is no way for us to know whether we have found the right d

“I heard legends of a ‘White Shaman’ from travelers. Supposedly, certain families carried a fragment of that power through the generations. Some dismissed it as folklore.” Alara’s throat tightened. She traced the text with her fingertip. “It says, ‘While the White Shaman’s direct line is thought lost, a few rumored descendants appear every century, bearing healing or protective magic. Their wolves, when awakened, sometimes manifest an unusual coloring…’” Her breath caught as she recalled the dream images of her own wolf, pure white, crackling with energy. Could her mother’s family truly descend from this legendary lineage? The notion both exhilarated and frightened her.

But all were either prisoners or slaves, and she prided herself of being too highly to reduce herself to layer her with servants. Besides, they all hated her anyway. Another chuckle escaped her at the thought. It would be almost impossible now to find someone who did not hate or despise her for her treachery. But she hadn’t cared about that for a long time. As she walked down the hallway, an image suddenly came to her head. It was the blonde with the white wolf. The apparent descendant of the Royal bloodline. Of Johan. A sinister smile made its way onto her lips at the thought.