Snow White's Daughter In Descendants Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I am Aurora, daughter of the strigoi Vasile and Scythian Queen Aarani. I am the first descendant of the Scythian-strigoi race. You murdered my parents and took my family from me. Now I'm going to kill you.” She took aim and peeled off another arrow that hit Melloch square in the side. He arched back and winced in pain. “Soon you will start to die,” she told him. “Poisoned by the blood of a demon.” “Lucius orchestrated this,” he snarled. “I’ll tear him apart.” “Why you'll do no such thing.”

“And I still don’t understand how all this relates to Karla. Or is she his sister?” “His sister’s best friend,” Xavier said. “Standing before you here is Megan Snow, the first born daughter of Ferran Snow and heir to the throne of the Ice Wolves pack.” Sebastian stared at Megan whose face was bent down to the floor. “You mean Megan?” “Yes,” Xavier nodded. “So Justin decides to kill my sister instead of his,” Sebastian nodded, drawing out a sword from his sheath. “And would you be as kind as to tell me where this Justin of a person went?”

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.

I let out a growl. ‘Magnus, you’ve shifted?’ Dad says. ‘And he is pure white like my wolf.’ Mum says, stunned. ‘Have you ever seen a white male Alpha before?’ dad asks mum. ‘No, but like me, he is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Perhaps my grandfather was a white wolf or a grandfather before him, or he could be the first pure white alpha wolf to exist? But either way, the Moon Goddess has bestowed this on him.’ Mum smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, my son.’ She says and hugs me.

You are not only my daughter. You are directly descended from the wolves of lore, the Lycan race, and have been the subject of prophecy for a millennia. In time, you will come to understand what that means and you will come to wield the moonstone that has been passed from mother to daughter, gifted from the Goddess at the beginning of time, lying dormant until the time of prophecy.

“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

“What's going on here?” My mother rushed forward. “Chief, Blackstone Consortium has seized control of the Silvermoon Wolf! She’s my daughter. They’ve brainwashed her!” The chief arbiter frowned. “Do you have evidence?” My mother pointed at me, trembling with fury. “She bears the Silvermoon Mark! Only the royal blood carries it! And my daughter awakened as a Silvermoon Wolf ten years ago!” The chief turned to my father. “Where are the records of her awakening?” My father stammered, “Well… The… The basement collapsed, and the records were all destroyed…”

"I did. Her name is Aries." "Aries." Greta's eyes filled with tears. "That was my wolf's name too. She passed herself down to you. The magic worked." "What magic? What are you talking about?" "Silverthorne queens pass their wolves down through generations. When we die, our consciousness, our power, it moves into our daughters. Becomes part of their wolves." She coughed and I saw blood on her lips. "When I gave you away, I wasn't sure if the magic would hold. If you'd be able to access it without me there to guide you. But you did. You're magnificent."

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

you are descended from the only vampire who managed to tame the instincts and even the vampiric hunger. Soraia was in a hole with no idea how to get out and what's worse, the hole was so deep and suffocating and much stranger than the hole Alice had fallen into in the story. Adam approached his confused daughter -my daughter -she looked him in the eyes- you are a direct descendant of the Goddess Ramnisha, the Queen of the Kaxal clan, which makes you special. -Mom, are we vampires too?- asked Amy, staring at her parents, afraid of the answer.