Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

I could never get enough of her scent. “For starters, scare him to death.” She chuckled softly, and it was a sound of music to my ears while she ran her delicate fingers through my hair. “Believe me, I tried. But he didn't budge. That kid has changed greatly.” I had felt that earlier, but I couldn't figure out exactly how until now. And I wasn't talking only about his new Alpha aura. His other half has awakened. “How's our daughter?” Davina inhaled, pulling away only a little to meet my gaze. “She's with her friends. Rhona and Dr. Vera had checked on her. She has so much magic in her that she needs to learn how to control it and how to reawaken her wolf.”

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

"But-" "Zayn," cut him off and looked to the beast man-wolf as I pulled on a smile. Nagini slithers around my neck, carefully not to choke me. "I appreciate your concern, but it's been too long since I visited my parents. Plus, Mom would want to see me." This body's mom died during childbirth, and to add to the insult of being the daughter of a lowly maid but also entitled to being a cursed child. Everyone at the estate didn't want to look or talk to me. They think being close to me will give them a bad omen and the girl who killed her mother.

She might be a fiesty and high tempered vampires she is also very much in control in using her powers and letting other knows about her capabilities. "I'll think about it father." She simply said. "Ill be in my room should you need me." Max wondered what's going on with her daughter she seems restless. Then his mind shifted to another things when he received a message from his allies Thalia the ruler of the black witches lost the kingdom from it's rightful heir Mira.

Then he pulled up in front of a private villa. I stayed back and watched. The front door opened, and a woman ran straight into his arms. “Adrian, you’re finally here. The baby missed you.” Under the light by the doorway, I saw her face clearly. Lydia Ashcroft. The daughter of the Alpha of Redcliff Pack. The same woman Mrs. Hale had once praised at the full moon banquet for her bloodline, the same woman she had called the perfect mother for Blackthorn’s future heir. And her stomach was already beginning to swell.

“She is the reason we keep fighting. Not Victor’s empire. Not the syndicate. Her. We give her the life we never had.” Damien nodded, his eyes shining with new resolve. “The heir that was not. She is ours. And we will burn down anything that tries to take her from us.” Our daughter slept peacefully between us, her striking eyes closed but her presence filling the room with hope. Victor’s medical team had lied for months. They had created the illusion of a son to satisfy a dead man’s obsession. But the truth had come in the middle of the storm. A beautiful girl. Damien’s daughter. The one who broke every cold rule Victor had ever made.

She did not give them time to think. “SCRATCH THAT!” She said again, this time loud and slow. “I Cat Bamford, Eldest daughter of the second strongest wolf bloodline in Vancouley hills, daughter of the Beta, and the great grant daughter of the fighters for our pack’s freedom. I hereby denounce Draven Vancouley as my mate and I demand divorce.” “You fool!” she heard her father’s voice followed by her mother’s sobs.

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.