Snow White's Daughter In Descendants 소설 & 이야기

Forrest gritted his teeth, quite dissatisfied with his tone “It seems that the past assumptions about the sorceress's daughter also being able to practice magic were true. You are clearly blinded by an enchantment…” “Look!” Berthie interrupted them, pointing in the direction of the pack entrance, where the forest road ended “The swans are coming!” Bringing Corinne closer, Hunter looked away from the cougar and watched the old fashioned carriage pull up before them, with only a groom to drop the horses' lead and open the door, revealing the always haughty and elegant Alpha of the Swans, Dewey Bright, who didn't even give them a minute of attention, extending his hand to help the other person

The notion of a hidden descendant among us seemed both fantastical and plausible in the context of Xavier's narrative. Xavier paused, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "Yes," he finally replied, his voice softer now. "It is said that before they retreated into seclusion, the king and queen of the white wolves had a child. The details are vague, but the belief persists among some that their lineage continues, perhaps hidden among ordinary werewolves." I absorbed this revelation with a mixture of awe and apprehension. If there were descendants of the white wolves living among us, what role did I play in this ancient lineage? Could my curiosity about the white wolves lead me to uncover truth

He opened his eyes slowly to see me. He stared at me with a furrowed brow, he groaned in pain. He was going through pain. "I apologize for coming here unannounced," I said and he sighed. "I'm Nova Frost, the daughter of Denzel Frost the Alpha of the Snowcap pack who died seven years ago," His eyes widened in shock when I said that. I understand that he was surprised to see Denzel's daughter in his palace. Not just his palace but his room. "Denzel's daughter?" He muttered and I nodded. "How did you get here?" He managed to ask.

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.

Unknown POV. I sat in a tree out of sight watching. She shouldn't be here. This isn't possible. The spell cast on her mother was supposed to kill any possibility of her being able to reproduce. So how was she here? The line of wolves should have been extinct. The son still had no heir and the daughter shouldn't have done either. So how is it possible that I am sitting here looking at a direct descendent of the Gealach (moon) wolves? When she was talking to that ignorant brat earlier, I watched as her eyes turned purple. The only wolves with purple eyes were the Gealach wolves, so it was undisputable that she was one.

But her excitements were cut short when Zayn uttered the second thing. "You're a descendant of Earlham and the daughter of the head witch -celeste, so then you are of a great value to me as I can never let a thing happen to you." Zayn said in a smirk as Aerona grimaced at his words, a visible scoff appearing at her face.

She mumbled, looking into my eyes. “Eleanore, what is going on?” I asked, my voice trembling, and suddenly, a tornado of emotions swiveled in my chest. “You are, Alyssa. Ashia's lost daughter. You are a very powerful witch, a descendant of our coven's mother, and one of the last pure white lineage descendants. I was dumbfounded by the information she was providing. She hugged me, showing her excitement and all her emotions. Suddenly, a lady appeared where we were.

"There was no break in the line like we thought." "I wonder what that means for Rowan and Hanna," she replied, pursing her lips. "Have you wondered if maybe the girl isn't Hanna's daughter but Maeve's?" "Maeve won't even think of having another child, Rosalie," I said softly, gently closing the book. "Plus, Rowan is part of this family tree. The male offspring were listed as well… that means something, I believe. The powers of the White Queen pass to all descendants in one way or another. They have to."

After the brothers' departure, Lucy, Kyra's mother, went up to her room and sat in front of the dresser, staring at her reflection. Kyra was a mirror image of her, even keeping the freckles that dusted her cheek. It hurt everyday to look in the mirror and know that her daughter was missing. Taken against her will. She had only been pretending to not have a clue about anything when the brothers were here. Hypnotized? That wasn't possible. Because Lucy was a witch descendant, just like her daughter was. And if her daughter had disappeared without a trace, then it could only be the witches that had taken her.

Every 500 years, Zagreb's spirit of vengeance roams the kingdom, causing unrest and the rebirth of the gifted wolves. 'Wow, so that means I am a descendant of one of the original 6,' I exclaimed, 'Yes, we are descended from Anya.’ 'Wow, wait, can I call you Amy, Amethyst is too long,' Amethyst replied, chuckling, 'Yeah, and I will call you Mel as well.’