Auradon Descendants Novels & Stories

"There's no denying the Larson blood that runs through your body, Audrey. Even though you have disowned them all your life, you are still a descendant of Larson. His flesh and blood are in your body." Audrey clenched her hands tightly. She felt like telling Leon to pounce on her right now, to stop talking. What did she prove by saying that? The blood was just a formality. Because all this time, only Patricia was considered a descendant of Larson. And she was the only one Bryan and Lidya cared about. So, why would she recognize a family that couldn't even accept her at all? Audrey was about to leave, but Patricia stopped her. She pleaded again with Audrey to immediately release and forgive he

The wind howled through the trees, my paws crushing the undergrowth as I tore through the forest, faster and faster, chasing an answer I didn’t have. I needed direction. I needed clarity. I needed to understand how the hell I was supposed to navigate this. If Adasha had only been a Westwood, I could have breathed easier. I could have faced Austin, Ingrid, and Laura without the additional weight of an impossible decision pressing down on me. But she wasn’t just a Westwood. She was a Moonchild. A direct descendant of the Mad King. That bloodline wasn’t just rare—it was cursed. Hunted. How could I expose her lineage without signing her death sentence?

In other words, he was telling me, that I can give birth to a pure Dryad child. He didn't tell me how. But I could guess it clearly when I remember how Adam keep pushing me about staying here instead of going back to Blue Moon. I am aware that the pure Dryads were long gone. All of them were killed by Mira during the dark times and now, leaving only their hybrid descendants. And until this very moment, only me and Adam Novak that were know each other as the Dryad descendant. Not that I didn't want to help my own kind. But I have three mates and I would never betray them....

Then, Adamson showed his phone and showed Alessandro the photos that they caught. Somehow, the night ended well and Keira spoke with her group of friends, the wives of Alessandro's circle of friends. She knew one or two of them. Andromeda Mondragon and Sabrina Alvarez-Lawson. They were cousins and she knew that both of them could operate EPUA where Conrad came from, also Andromeda Mondragon is the heiress of the Dragon Empire. Her adoptive father told her that the only people she could contact are them. The Mondragon and Mondragon-Alvarez, are the names that he gave before he died. She contacted them once or twice to ask about finding Keira and Karmina, but somehow, it cost a lot of money. N

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

“Tell me about the poem Dad. Why did you read it every night?” His father took off his glasses and folded them away inside a brown leather case. “That poem was the first published piece of English literature to ever mention the word vampire. Did you know that?” “Yes, Aurora told me. Some of her ancestors went looking for the author to try and find the truth about why he wrote it.” “That’s right,” his father nodded. “Her family and ours go back a long way.” “So, you knew who she was all along?” His father grinned, an amused look that Gabriel recognized from his childhood. “Son, she was the first descendant ever to be born. The strongest and most beautiful of her kind. There are no other women

Uncle Astor explained to us as he searched the book he had retrieved earlier. "What do you believe?" I asked Uncle Astor directly. "Here," he stopped at a page in the book and turned it to use to peruse. "Acient history says that they are descendants of Selene and protectors of our kind. They are very unique species with incomprehensible abilities. I believe they exist but in varying forms, some are hybrids. " Uncle Astor explained part of our findings in the old library. In the book was one of the descendants. "Isolde,"

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.

‘The b*tch Sadie will be a goner once they offend Royce Shore! Yolanda, who had spent enough time with her boyfriend, Juneau, naturally knew who Jordan was. The latter was a direct descendant and second heir of the Wolfendens. She just did not expect the fool Sadie to have a grudge against him. It looked like even the heavens wanted Sadie dead. Yolanda was in a good mood as she told her, “Sadie, look at how unwelcomed you are. Better just scram your way off this place now.

But I knew better, I knew how many times she had snuck out to see him in the woods and I knew the things that happened right after. “The Moon Bond ceremony will be starting soon, make sure you don’t disgrace this family. I will not tolerate two more years with you in this house.” My father growled out with a tone of finality. “Y…yes sir.” I forced out again, my knuckles already very pale from how tight I was holding the serving spoon. He turned to Lila with a smile he’d never sent my way. “I know you will make me proud today. I, Elder Ronald Blackwood, will become Luna’s father once you mate with Xavier.”