Who Is Maleficent's Daughter In Descendants Novels & Stories

she said, her hand moving to touch my forehead, so gently that it felt like a blessing more than a gesture, "it's your turn. Rule your world. You have been chosen among my descendants to protect the Werewolves." My breath caught. Descendants? "But... that's too much. Isn't it a huge role? I don’t think—" I stammered, panic gripping me for a second. She smiled wider, silencing my fear without a single word. "You are the daughter of Gamma Celeriac," she said, her voice glowing with pride, "the strongest Fenrir the world has ever seen. His blood runs through your veins. His courage, his strength, his loyalty. You deserve this, my child."

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

“It's just the recent happenings. It's getting exhausting, I feel like we might soon be attacked after the Octavius pack.” “Why do you say that, Dad?” “I just got off a call with Melissa not long ago. She said a dark creature was sent to her pack. They were able to destroy it though.” “What? They were able to destroy a dark creature?” “Yes, they were able to do that. I told you she was special right?” “I just thought she had some gifts but it seems like she is extremely powerful. Dark creatures are feared and almost impossible to kill.” “Yes, they are. She is not just a gifted wolf. She is from a royal bloodline. She is the only direct descendant of King Dimitri that we know.”

She takes a deep breath. “I name Serafina, first-born daughter from the line of The Dark Witch Endora, direct descendant of house Di Bianco Galdur as my successor and supreme high witch of the Coven of England!” Her voice echoes off the wall, and my stomach twists as Dad moves towards her. I know what she’s about to do. “Magdalene, you don't need-”

Gemma asked, her body shivering slightly “That this second born child, was born to have her line continued but not as a powerful FAE. You see, the first born daughter was to be the Astrid after her mother. Even more powerful than her mother actually and so she would be seeked out, her line murdered for their power. The second daughter, by the name of Lily, lived. She grew up and it is her line that went on until you’re mother Lily and father Peter” “So, I’m the direct descendant of Lily? That means I’m not the Astrid? Wait...what happened to the first daughter?”

Maleficent chuckled, ‘You are either a very brave or very stupid child but I like your feistiness’ Ella held her breath as the evil Witch spread out her arms looking for all the world like a huge black crow, ‘I, Maleficent, Queen of the Darkness do hereby give notice that the lives of the half-blood Brothers, Ansitif and Phillipe, and the Mother of Cinderella, the Moon Goddess, are all given back to them. No harm shall come to them’

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

Their eyes remain black with hatred but they do as they’re told, knowing that she’s right. She returns down the steps and starts pacing in front of them to deliver the information. “Your daughter has lived thousands of years in barrenless “vessels” as you so coldly stated. What you couldn’t control, is her human match. That is something I can control. You see, Emma is a direct descendent of my bloodline. She is a demi goddess in her own right. She carries my blood. This is why she can carry your children Morrigan”.

Her eyes glowed like precious stones, and the white part of her hair shone brightly. A gust of wind strong started to blow around us, sending several books to the ground. I gasped watching her, not knowing what to do. She seemed like she was in a trance. “Jovita, daughter of Roshen, son of Ra, the one who bears the sacred mark, it is an honour to meet you”, a strange, echoing, loud female voice said, startling me. Maybe Gibson wasn't talking gibberish, Jovita was more than just a werewolf.

"He agreed but on one condition, the first victim had to be someone close to her. Someone she loved dearly. This was to prove her devotion to the Daemons and their lords. So, her first victim became her daughter. She cried for a while afterward, but her soul died at that moment as well. Thus, she became what we know as a Malefica an evil Sorceress. Once she becomes this evil thing she is completely consumed by her thirst for power, for the souls to pay her master and I can't stop her." Avamarie sobbed. Deep heart-wrenching sobs that tore at me until I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her for comfort. I laid her head on my shoulders and rocked her back and forth murmuring to her much as