Voldemort Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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?”

The bell Chime again startled Jade, She looked over to the door, a man and a lady came through. “Talon, Lena.” Darla greeted. Jade looked over to Darla. She motioned her head silently asking her to go to the back again. She sighed and did as she was told. She listened to the conversation. “So, who is she Darla?” the man asked. “Rachel's daughter, but don't let it get around okay,” Darla whispered. “You know he is going to find out about her?” Lena questioned. “Yes, but right now it’s not a good time to tell her.” Darla sighed. “She just lost her mother, and having found out her father is a vampire, don’t think it’s going to go too well.”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

“I have to admit, the title intrigues me. I’m very familiar with the story of Purim, of course, and I’ve done a great deal of research on Vashti, but there are absolutely no references to her ever having a daughter, not in the megillah, or any midrash I’ve been able to find. While I believe you have a unique niche market in Jewish historical fiction, we’re really not the right publishing house for the novel. We don’t publish religious genre, I’m sorry.” With Anna’s comment, Nate’s raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Anna, I think we may be talking about a different book. Vashti’s Daughter isn’t a novel. It’s a factual account of events that occurred in the years after Vashti was banished from

Even though she didn't want things to end up like this, Olivia was her only bargaining chip right now and she didn't exactly trust Vince. " D.daera" Vince echoed Erada nodded slowly " Yes, Daera, the leader of the undead, the daughter you assumed d**d and Olivia is in my custody" Vince was stunned and he struggled to believe the news, he had heard tales of the undead and thier terrifying leader Daera but he had never expected that she was his very own daughter and that she had been right under his nose all this while. " What..what makes you think I want to hurt you?" Vince said when he finally found his voice.

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

He sounded mocking when he said that. “My daughter is a half-vampire. Her scent smells pure but she is my daughter. I gave birth to her. Boss, please hear me out. I think the power inside her is asleep. Her body grows faster than the usual growth of witches and it was not the time for her magic to fully develop yet.” I even had to make up stories to convince them. “Boss,” “Z, the whole forest is after that kid.” “That’s why I need your help,” A few of the members were watching from the corner but I did not care. I would beg if I have to.

And as per them, she was still too bright to even after her powers were locked. The witch had told us that she could bind her powers forever. Whenever something would happen in her life that would trigger her brain mentally or physically, her spell would be broken. About her memory, until and unless anyone would tell her the truth, it was not going to return, which Dory and Richard had decided to say to her on her 18th birthday. “Mommy!!” I jerked my head hearing that word and found Vanessa, Adams, and Megan’s, adopted daughter. She was the daughter of their pack’s beta, but this pup lost her parents in that war. So, Adams adopted her as his own, taking inspiration from Derek.