Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

Aura slipped at Peter's feet weakly as the view of her daughter's flinching and shaking little frame could not be withstood any longer. She just witnessed her daughter's death approaching her. Certain that this meant death. Death for Anna, her newly born infant who was yet to feel and explore the beauty of the lovely world out there. Even though she was shaking with fear and her heart was dangerously close to bursting from her tight chest, she still managed to say, "You are not a true wolf, Peter Dursley. Had you been one, you would not have targeted our daughter to hurt us. You are a coward. A fucking coward who's scared of my husband. And I like it."

He suddenly looked reluctant. "You don't know him? That man who is talking to Ralph, he's the very famous vampire lord, Lord Hendry Winters. Many vampire Lords fear him. I heard that his daughter waged war against the Lycan King because she couldn't accept the fact that he had found his mate and is replacing her as Luna. It seemed like the his daughter died," he explained. I swallowed the lump in my throat. It seemed like the news of Zenalie's death already spread all over the Kingdom of Vampires. This man must be very devastated over the news of his daughter.

And when the enemy rose—an alliance of rogue wolves protected by dark magic—they rose together. They won. By dawn, the battlefield was silent except for the dying groans of the defeated. The witches hidden within the enemy ranks were dragged out, killed, their bodies falling lifeless into the mud. All except one. She crawled from beneath the corpses, her black hair tangled with blood, her hands shaking as she clutched something small to her chest. A child. Her daughter. Dead. A silver blade lay buried in the girl’s tiny chest—Silvercrest steel. The witch’s scream split the air.

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

That’s the only way it was possible for her to be his twin sister’s child. “No, she had her before she passed away! You clearly don’t know what happened because you know what happened and how you didn’t want anyone to talk about Andres around you.” Martha’s words made me stop and think. Maybe I was wrong. After what happened between us, I literally turned him into Voldemort. No one was allowed to say anything about him around me. It was that bad so if I didn’t know everything that happened years ago correctly then it’s my fault. “Didn’t his sister die with his other family members?”

“She’s a freak! A child with dark powers, I believe is a result of voodoo. She’s not mine, I don’t know her father but I do know that the girl is a spawn of the devil,’ “No no no…no,” Tears ran down my cheek as a clear picture of my daughter flashed across the screen. “You said you have evidence. Could you show us?” Thomas asked. “Of course,” Gabriel chuckled and a video began to play on the screen. I recognised myself with my hair in a messy bun and Batya in her night dress. We sat upon my bed with several things on the bed. The first night, I had trained her on element control. A gasp left my lips and beside me, Prisca stared at me strangely.

We had never lacked opportunities. Until now. Veronica suddenly lurched forward, pointing shakily at the screen. “That girl..” she sobbed. “That girl from Blood Claw Pack… the Alpha’s daughter…” Her voice broke completely. “It’s Omega Rue. The one that….” Her voice trailed off. My father stepped closer, squinting at the image. And then recognition lit his face. “That’s… impossible,” he murmured. But it wasn’t. The familiar profile stared back at us, calm and dignified, nothing like the quiet, obedient Omega we had dismissed as worthless.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

I paused, “If the Raven Witch does have a daughter, she is my fiancee, and it is my duty to protect her.” Dalena's reddish-brown eyes stared at me, “I believe you. If Princess Sibyl is my sister's daughter, we must bring her back. She is the first child of a witch and a human, and if her identity is known, she will be in danger.” “I'm at your service.”