Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Surrounding him were intricate runes that glowed faintly, etched into the floor with blood and pulsing with whatever remnant of magic was left. "Eva?" She mused aloud. "The name seems to ring a bell." Then she clicked her fingers. "Wait, is that not the stillborn I resurrected at the maternity center? The daughter of the bitch who poisoned my Bo to her death?" Ophelia nodded solemnly, her expression troubled. "Yes, Supreme, Eva was the stillborn child you returned to the mortal plane," she confirmed. "Daughter of Adele Dumont." Adele chuckled. "I see she raised her daughter to be as vile as she is. The girl must hold resentment, thinking she is a fake. My revenge was worth the wait."

Well, not every corner since I had myself sitting on one of the last circles or seats. I managed to peer forward, giraffing until I could finally see Wendy. Damn,what was she doing in the front seat, directly sitting next to the Vampire King, Brock. "This is my daughter, Wendy. She is the direct successor of my bloodline, the soon to be Vampire Queen when I will decide to step down. For some time now, she has left for something that I sent her to do. She will be here now…"

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

"And let me tell you another little secret." Lord Voldemort muttered, making the trio raise their heads as they stared at him. "Another secret?" They all asked the same time. "Yes, another secret." He affirmed, taking a short break before he continued speaking. "You have my powers running through your veins, Summer." Lord Voldemort stipulated, making the trio look at each other confused. "How? I thought she is Damien daughter so how does she have your powers flowing through her veins?" Dorian asked Lord Voldemort, slowly rising on his feet, leaving Summer in the hands of Damon.

Hello, I'm Raven Volkov, the youngest daughter of Emma and Zurac Volkov. I live somewhere in Siberia within my parent's Bella Luna community. I have two older brothers, Aiden and Yutu, and one older sister, Nicole. She's already mated to Sven Thompson and expecting a pup. Oh right, we're all werewolves. As any young adult child of wereparents knows, they are all hyped up about finding out their child's mate and getting them hitched. Hence the reason why I'm currently sitting here rubbing my amber eyes waiting for Circe the Ash tree nymph, who was just about to inform my mom and me about my mate (she could see the future). She raises her boney arms and starts her low groans.