Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

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.

"It is accomplished. Morgane is slain. The pack is safe. And…" The scout hesitated. Vladimir turned around, his eyes burning. "Say it." The scout smiled—broadly, with awe. "She's born. The baby. Your daughter." Time froze. Vladimir's breathing stopped. He stepped back as if he'd been punched in the jaw. "My… daughter?" The words fell from his mouth like thunder struggling to remember how to whisper. The scout nodded. "Lady Emereah gave birth to the child. Vera stayed with her. They named it—Lunareth."

He doesn't just kill-he makes people suffer before they die. And for Violet? She'd be a piece of cake. She's nothing compared to the top names on Viper's hit list. "Who?" His voice sent a chill down my spine. "Va...lenwood's daughter," I stuttered. I was amazed that I could even speak. "Valenwood's daughter?" he repeated, as if confirming. My body trembled, my palms were clammy, and despite the AC blasting cold air, I was sweating profusely.

Somewhere within its walls, Azriel moved — unaware that the game had already shifted, that a rival power now sat in the heart of his home. And Charlotte Velmour, daughter of one of the most feared vampire lords, was not a guest. She was a storm wrapped in silk, and she had just crossed the threshold.

she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now I look at the guards, "I'll take it from here, tell no one about this, consider that an order from Empress Atia," I say as I walk into the castle and tell Revdea to follow me, and I lead her to the Empress's room. We get to the door of Her Majesty's room right as Venus is leaving "Oh, you're back, who's that?" she asks when she notices Revdea "This is Revdea Ubris, she says she's the daughter of Nyx, and she came here looking for a job because her father died and her uncle was trying to force her into a marriage that she did not want," I say