Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

But still I couldn’t move. And what do you know? The woman was none other than Sabrina Rudolf, Vandal’s daughter. Not by blood, because just like Jonathan, Vandal had also turned a mortal and adopted her as his daughter to rise in the public’s eye. He liked to copy other people sometimes and this had been one such incident. She had her hands braced on Damien’s chest, head thrown back in pleasure as Damien lowered his head to the slender column of her throat. And that was when his eyes met mine, those vibrant emerald orbs bore holes right into my soul.

Alec said as he took a seat in front of a living DEVIL who scoffed after hearing his Best Friend, aka the best Beta of the Lycan King. "So the rumours are true? Alberto Fright does have a daughter! Interesting." Vdius said and smirked devilishly. "Yes, and now she is the Queen. She will hold the official meeting at the Sky top Hotel tomorrow. Even we have a meeting with JK enterprise tomorrow. We might get run Into the Mystical Queen tomorrow. Damn! I didn't even see her once! " Alec complained as Alberto never allowed anyone to know anything about his mysterious daughter. Vdius was unusually silent as he was thinking something.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

Thor chipped in. Talitha? That's the name Lolita revealed to be that of Tabitha's daughter. “How can a slave heal him of such a deadly poison are you sure about the news?” I've never heard of anyone escaping the jaws of death after ingesting the seven skulls so why would Hades? There must be a mix up or Lolita the prankster didn't do it.

That's pretty ironic since we are going to a castle full of vampires. Imagine having Dracula for a name. His mother must've hated him a lot to name him that. I don't get how the hell he has a daughter? Isn't he like more than a couple centuries old and well .. dead ? . His daughter is 17, I don't even want to know how that happened. Probably some twilight shit. Doesn't make me less confused. Maybe his daughter is adopted ? I didn't know vampires could procreate .

"He was a werewolf, but his wolf died that night. He fled and eventually married, fathering a daughter before he and his wife died." Lucifer's eyes blazed with fury. "Where is this daughter?" The men exchanged glances before the first one spoke again. "She is known as April Lopez. She is the slave you have been tormenting." Lucifer's world spun. His mind raced as he tried to process the information. April, the woman he had raped and tortured, was the daughter of the man who had destroyed his family. A twisted sense of fate hung over him, choking him with its cruel irony.

She was only taught the spell in case she ever needed it in dire circumstances. Well, her daughter betraying her felt like a damn dire circumstance, one she would rectify once her strength came back to her. That girl was foolish to side with the weaker of her two sides. Her fathers blood would never overcome her Raven powers. Her daughters father... Zander. The name alone caused more pain in her chest than she felt like considering at the moment. She didn't even know she could feel such emotions anymore. Not since the first summoning all those years ago. Even her own mother's death didn't hurt quite like this one did.

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

“Do you know who they are to me? Do you know what I am?” Of course I know,” Rochwall confirmed, stepping closer. He closed his eyes as he took a breath, then opened them again, eyeing me with a burning gaze. “You are the little girl I once held in my arms and vowed to protect but I failed to protect you…all of us did.” “Y-Yes?” I gulped, waiting for more. “Your name is Violet. The daughter of Adelaide and Alaric. Witch, princess, child of blood, and heir to the Common Lands.”