Snow White's Daughter In Descendants Novels & Stories

“The only problem is…well, he needs her blood to make this happen. Sure, all of the children of the night are made of her but…” “They aren’t direct descendants.” I realized what he was trying to say. “Well, that’s impossible to find. There’s no way that he’d find something like that. That would mean that the goddess mother would have walked the earth. That she had actual children with someone. I…that-” I stopped as I looked at Tobias, his expression told of something else that he wasn’t telling. “That’s impossible. Right? That-Tobias, that’s impossible.” “No, no, Vale. It’s not.” he said. “Something that your mother didn’t tell you, because I don’t even know if she knows but…she is a descend

Beings of every form filled the space: wolves, humans, merfolk, avian, star-touched, crystal-born from distant galaxies, even beings of pure energy who flickered like living auroras. ‎ ‎At the center, beneath the great oak that now touched the clouds, stood a young woman named Aurora—my great-great-great-great-granddaughter, descendant of all four lines, her hair a cascade of silver and gold, her eyes holding every color of our family: silver, red, blue, green. She was twenty-five, her light not just inherited but earned, tempered by her own trials, her own choices. ‎ ‎She stood on a platform of living light, her hands glowing, her voice carrying not through amplifiers but through the bond t

He does not realize the danger of being a white wolf. " Yes, you are right." She took her feet off the table and straightened up her posture. " Mercedes is the descendant of the legendary white wolf. I can dare say she is the only one of her kind." Speaking of his mate, Felix's attention was fully caught and he was attentively listening. A playful Alexa is annoying, but a serious Alexa has something important to say. That is what Felix learned over the years of knowing her. And right now the important matter regarded his mate.

“Alright, let’s listen to your story once more, Father.” His father poured two glasses of wine and handed one glass to him. Stefano nodded in appreciation. At least the wine would bring him through the story his father was about to tell him although he remembered every word his father would say. “A young girl born with the blood of Vampire King and blueblood werewolf woman, fed with the blood of Lycan King and a white witch but stronger than them all. She would be the last descendant of the royal families of vampire, werewolf, and lycan as there would be no more of her ancestors left by the time she reached an age. As bright as her future would be, darkness would always lurk around her. We,

Marcus´s expression softens; he gives me an incredulous look. “Then this means that you´re...” “I´m a descendant of the Five.” “Whose bloodline?” “Silas, the First.” “So, you´re that wolf.” “What do you mean? Do you know who I am?” “There have been whispers that a witch named Stella Dubois had attained immortality, only to be killed by the descendant of the First Wolf immediately afterwards. That was you, wasn´t it?” “They say I´m the descendant of the First Wolf, although I have no recollection of who I am, let alone killing that witch.”

Voltas was a young king and was making a name for himself and his people. The vampires clashed with the werewolves. Using their speed and strength and, of course, their bloodlust to again the advantage. The war raged on for years. Until the vampires turned their attention to the oldest pack in our world. My mother’s former pack, the Snow Moon Pack. The daughter of the alpha was seen as a prize, a rare beauty, the image of Selene. The first female descendant of the Moon Goddess. My ancestor Catalina.

Several ferocious beasts were coiled up within the fences, yet they all seemed docile. Winter's excitement grew as she walked toward the gate of the yard and declared in a clear voice, "It is I, Winter, 139th-generation heir to the royal family of the Ice Tribe, here to pay my respects once again. May I ask if you are a descendant of the esteemed Geomancer lineage?"

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.

"That's right." "You expect a specific answer, but there are several, and all of them depend on you." My throat went dry. What was that supposed to mean? He considered me intently for a long time until I almost believed he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. "Snow White. Vampire. The daughter of an elf and a human. You're fated to bring - " "Hold on." I carefully moved closer to Abernathy, so I had a perfect view of his giant mouth. "My mother wasn't an elf."

“Yes, Monalisa was given birth to by Takada and Divine by the Alabaster Weald ruler, The White witch queen, Genteel.” Gwanhoya laughs and ceases her laugh, “Now it is starting to make sense!” “What is starting to make sense?” “The rage that was coming from the white queen, why she kept asking about her daughter and why she did not kill her when I send her to assault the Enchanted Forest.” “You send Divine to attack the White witch’s forest or this Mukura you are talking of?” “Tell me, how old is this Divine you are talking about?” “She must be 18 or 19 by now and her birthday must have happened recently!”