روايات وقصص ضمن Snow White's Daughter In Descendants

“It definitely explains her alpha heritage, and if she indeed came from his bloodline, then there's a chance that Hiems Zales is the first blood wolf or from the direct descendant of the royal bloodline. The question is how are we going to find him?” Sapphire's viewpoint It's beautiful up here. The aurora was beautiful. I was back in the memories of my father and the strange child. They were alone on a mountain, watching the aurora dance. I already concluded that Dad met the girl during the time he was hiding from the world after he faked his death before he met Mum. He loved the child and she equally cared about him. "Will you take your mate to see something this beautiful when you find her

Then he touched one of Samantha's other hands and said, "I am Barten, the grandson of the same man who decided to leave Northern Eurasia just to take care of you. I am also the eldest cousin of Millano Skovovich, your father, the Prince of Northern Eurasia. And you are his only daughter, the last descendant of the royal family of werewolves in Northern Eurasia." "I-I?" Samantha looked at Tristan, trying to get an answer out of him. But not wanting to make Samantha think that he had been lying to her all along, Tristan simply touched the music box that had been sitting on the table, "Only after I saw this music box did I realize that you are Millano Skovovovich's daughter. The illustrious Sko

, she said, flattering him as she knew he loved. “Then why do you not have the answers I seek?” He asked. “It seems the witch helping her is a descendant from the direct line as well”, she said. “That is the only explanation to how they can block me from seeing anything”, she explained. “That is the thing with you witches” he snarled. “You all feel privileged to be direct descendants”, he mocked. “I should have wiped them all out when I wiped the werewolf Royal bloodline as well”, he said and she resisted the urge to glare at him, schooling her expression to remain neutral.

Instead, she sighed in relief and caressed Xander’s face. She faced me, waving her hands at me. “I am still alive, Aurora, I didn’t die,” she said, her eyes glimmering in happiness. I forced a smile into my face and hugged her. I glanced at my sisters who seemed to be in shock too. “Why isn’t she dead yet?” I asked one of my sisters silently. “Perhaps, the descendant dies and leaves the body it is living in. Elena is different from the descendant. The descendant only took up her body, just like the beast took up Xander’s body,” one of them explained to me.

She wasn't wrong. I could feel the magic in the air with every ounce of my being. Having her here, someone to connect it to, was like fine-tuning an instrument. The pull of the magic toward her was there. It was both comforting to know that I could, in fact, feel the connection between us. It helped to reassure me that she was not lying. But knowing she had been here this whole time, only a few hours away made me angry. "Let me start over. My name is Aurora, direct descendant of Selene. Her gift runs through our blood, and nothing will ever be able to mute or turn that part of you off." The witch explained as I felt my hand drop from Killian's side.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

“Did the Raven Wolf King have children? Descendants?” “No. At least it’s not known.” What if they’re wrong, and he did have children? What if… I’m a descendant? But then… wouldn’t Jade be too? Maybe she’s experiencing strange things like I am, only hiding them. And my parents… Father has always been distant, but I can’t forget that night when the ravens attacked the ball. Mother panicked in a way I’d never seen before. Could she be a descendant too? Or am I reaching? Maybe I’m just being foolish.

Even if she suspected the Night Shadow Pack was connected with those three disappeared packs, why did she target my daughter? “Not only that, but they also believe that the alphas of our pack are destined to be mated to the descendant of the goddess at any time in the future.” He replied to me in a flat tone, but I narrowed my eyes. “The first descendant….. what was her pack’s name?” I asked him hurriedly. He opened his mouth but shut it again, shock evident in his expression. “What’s her pack’s name, Rudolf?” I asked him sternly when he didn’t answer me.

“And what did you find?” I pulled it from beneath my belt and tossed it onto the war table. The journal landed with a muted thud, pages splaying open like a wounded bird. Torn sketches. Sigils copied by candlelight. Runes no one had spoken in centuries. Notes written in my own hurried hand. My truth. “She’s not just some she-wolf with a unique birthmark,” I said, the words rasping past my dry throat. “She’s descended from the Phoenix line.” Derek looked up sharply.

Mayra looked at me with a helpless and worried gaze while giving that glass to me. “My mother told me what happened to your birth mother before she died, Maddie. Ava Whitelock wasn’t an ordinary werewolf. She was a white wolf mated with the midnight black wolf. According to our ancient scriptures, the pup born from a white wolf and a midnight black wolf is called a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, no matter the gender of the pup.” She paused and took a deep breath. The liquid was bitter, but I still drank it while listening to her explanation.