Novel & Cerita Who Is Cinderella's Daughter In Descendants

"She... why can't I—who is she?" "You can’t get her scent as well, right?" Zoren said as he sat down beside Verena and pulled her sheets up a bit. "She doesn’t have a distinct scent; I couldn’t figure it out as well. But she is a witch. She is the only daughter of the moon that was left in the other realm. She was the reason why I got back." "A daughter of the moon?" The king raised his brow and clenched his jaw. "I know, King, I know what you are thinking. But she is not the one who locked us all in the book; she’s a descendant, the only one that can access the portals right now."

She mumbled, looking into my eyes. “Eleanore, what is going on?” I asked, my voice trembling, and suddenly, a tornado of emotions swiveled in my chest. “You are, Alyssa. Ashia's lost daughter. You are a very powerful witch, a descendant of our coven's mother, and one of the last pure white lineage descendants. I was dumbfounded by the information she was providing. She hugged me, showing her excitement and all her emotions. Suddenly, a lady appeared where we were.

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

He rolls his eyes. -"It doesn't matter who has the book because not any witch can cast the spells. They would need a descendent from the Hybrid Queen Luna—Narcissa Wilkes— to do it. Rumor has it she gave birth to a child before the current Alpha King lineage overthrew her. Many searched but never found evidence of this supposed child. So finding this descendent would be the same as finding a needle in a haystack." -"We better start praying for them not to have a metal detector then!" Maximus sarcastically mumbles.

Then his gaze slid to the girl. She was still, quiet. Unnaturally so. Unlike the boy, who squirmed and whimpered, she simply existed. Romero felt his skin crawl. Cinder had inherited her mother’s eyes. Those piercing, knowing eyes. Quinn let out a sharp breath. He had caught on. A chill ran down his spine. The Beta stepped closer, voice low and urgent. “Romero… you are not saying what I think you are saying.” Romero exhaled slowly. "The Moon Goddess gave me an heir," His voice was calm, measured. "But it is not her."

"How did you know it was me?" "Do you think I ever stopped watching that orphanage?" Henry laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "I’ve had eyes on that facility since the day it opened. I knew the moment a girl named Monroe was dropped off. I followed your grades, your medical records, your first heartbreak. I waited until you were old enough—until the 'Monroe Provision' could be legally binding." He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, though I recoiled. "I know you are the exact daughter of my friends because I ran the DNA tests the first time you scraped your knee on the estate gravel. You are 100% Elena’s daughter. And you are the only piece of her I have left."

she said, “is not just the daughter of a Fire Maiden.” I didn’t move. “She is the last Fire Maiden.” The room dropped into silence. “She is the final living descendant of the true bloodline—passed from the Moon Goddess herself.” My mouth was dry. “That’s not possible. That line was lost—” “Killed,” Edith corrected. “Hunted. Torn down piece by piece. But one was hidden. Her name was Lysaria. She was the Moon Goddess’s last mortal daughter, and she bore a child in secret. That child survived and passed the blood forward, hiding through false identities and magic concealments.”

"Then we find out what they really are." I left her there, returning to my family to find them huddled in the kitchen, speaking in whispers. Little Mona was crying—the first time she'd cried since birth. Her marks weren't just glowing now; they were burning, leaving light-trails in the air. "She knows," Lyra said. "The baby knows that woman is wrong." "She's Amaya's daughter. My cousin. The last phoenix descendant we didn't know existed." "Then why is she here? Why now?"

The mark on her chest burned so hot it singed her gown. “Who are you?” Nyra demanded. He looked up. “I was sent to awaken what you are. What you’ve always been.” Nyra stepped back, summoning a dagger from thin air. The shadows obeyed her now. So did fire. So did things she couldn’t name. “What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped. The man didn’t flinch. “You are not just Selene’s daughter. You are the heir to the Throne of Cinders. Your birth was foretold in the Codex of Ruin. And now… you must rise.”

she exhaled my name softly, "No one knows this, but I am a direct descendant of Calandus... I am the daughter of Alpha Nelfas." The world tilted too slowly at this point, and I didn't understand what she was saying for a moment. Wasn't she Amelia's great-granddaughter from a different paternal lineage that had absolutely nothing to do with Calandus? "No," I breathed, shaking my head, my body rigid. "No, that's not—"