Who Is Maleficent's Daughter In Descendants Novels & Stories

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?”

Lucy whispers. "You spoke to her?" Nadia asks with a smile that reaches from ear to ear. "Yes, Selene and... Bellona were there as well," Lucy whispered. Nadia looks around the room, stopping as her eyes land on Tricia. "The royal families are direct descendants of Hecate, but she chooses who she communicates with. The Silver Throne used to be much like the council is now to the werewolves. We are the strongest with a variety of different gifts. We were the first Fae that Hecate created," Tricia says, her smile widening with each word as her mom lets her explain.

All these years, he had wasted time looking for her, any information that could follow the girl’s trail, but we always end up in dead ends, yet he won’t give up. For how long were we supposed suck it up and deal with whatever he did until it was enough? How much longer, for fuck’s sake! “She’s not special!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, unable to hold back. General glared at me as if I was trying to pull food out of his mouth. As he stood up and slammed his fist against the desk, breaking the furniture in half, I couldn’t stay silent. “She’s not Selene’s daughter! That chick is the daughter of a werewolf and a vampire hybrid! She might be a second generation hybrid, but that doesn’t mak

Just how strong were the Fiore genes on the child to make their father keep her hidden from the world? “How does she look, father?” Alexandric, the youngest, asked. “Silver gray hair and silver eyes that could sparkle gold under the sun.” Everyone in the dining room fell silent when they heard how the duke described her. His words were the exact description of a Fiore. Those who inherited the perfect Fiore genes could inherit the title just like their father. Alexander clenched his fists. “What are your reasons for keeping her, Father?”

His golden eyes remained fixed on me, as though trying to read my soul. Then he turned toward my father. “Is she truly your daughter?” Father gave a firm nod. “She is.” Before Father could say anything else, Luna Seraphina answered instead. “Unfortunately.” Her lips curled into a faint smile. “She never awakened a wolf. She was declared wolfless. And yesterday, she was officially demoted to the rank of Omega.” Prince Luca looked back at me. “So. You are the wolfless Omega accused of stealing from the Lycan Crown.”

“Whose else would she be? Yours?” Evander shot her a cold glance, then walked straight over to Esther and lifted the little girl in her arms. “I’d like to ask, Miss Chloe Davenier, how did my daughter, Evander Westvale’s child, become the child of a mistress? I don’t even know who that mistress is. If you can find her, I’d be willing to pay a hefty reward. Otherwise... you know what that means!” “Oh my gosh, this little girl is actually the legendary only daughter of the Westvale family, the precious jewel of Westvale Group, the most honored woman in the entire capital!”

Show me how a werewolf purrs! My daughter looked up from the muddy pool. Her face was stained with blood and tears that continued falling into the mud. "Meow." The maids at the scene laughed with Elena. They cast disdainful looks at my daughter's petite frame. "What Female Alpha? She's filthier than a Rogue." "Keep your voice down! You don't want Alpha Alaric to hear you insulting his daughter—he might kick you out!" "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the Wolffang Pack knows that Alpha Alaric loves only Elena! His five-year-old daughter doesn't even have a name. He wouldn't punish us over such a non-matter because we're Lady Elena's most trusty servants!"

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

I don't understand who released this crazy person to let her run to my place to cause trouble. Maya ran to pull Gwen, but Gwen flicked her hand, sending Maya flying away. Gwen is Beta's daughter; despite her lack of training, she still has Beta's blood and is more substantial than normal werewolves. I quickly ran over. Gwen didn't know I was there, so she didn't notice me. I lifted my leg and kicked her with all my might. Gwen's body was like a broken kite; she flew away until her body hit the table's edge and fell to the floor. I didn't care about her, looking towards Violet.

I jokingly retorted. "Then that's gotta be a really crazy situation. But you just gotta follow your heart, bebes. And not just your body, otherwise, you would get confused as we both know these men are dropdead gorgeous. They are literal walking temptations." She seriously advised and I nodded in agreement. Palo was just being a handsome flirt and KK had obviously not made any personal hit on me. So it's better not to get ahead of myself and ruin things. I am no longer the Scarlett Grey of Australia. I am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise.