Auradon Descendants Novels & Stories

AUDREY'S POV 9 HOURS LATER I woke up abruptly, looking around the shrine. Nothing felt different, asides the fact that it wasn't morning anymore. I stood up from the...... Wait a minute, I thought I had fallen on a bare floor? Why was I laying on a mat and..... Suddenly, that particular memory flooded into my senses. 'Audrey Chadwick, daughter of Dean and Marion. Descendant of the great Aaron Chadwick, be humble and fulfil your destiny. Do not abandon that little cub, for within, is his strength and power like that of a lion.'

‘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.

The Chronicle Prism, now a witness to yet another chapter in the joint empire's cosmic saga, projected holographic images that portrayed Aurelius as the beacon of hope—the great-great-grandson who had emerged from the lineage of Maximus, embracing his destiny as a guardian of cosmic harmony. Aurelius, the enigmatic descendant of Maximus, emerged from a lineage shrouded in mystery. His father, a stoic figure named Octavian, was a revered philosopher within the joint empire. Conversations about him echoed with tales of his insightful discourses on cosmic energies and the intricacies of interdimensional diplomacy.

Elder Morrigan said, her voice heavy with terrible understanding, "Korran was not just any wolf. He was the last known descendant of the Aurelius bloodline—the same family line that produced Aurelia, the previous Golden Wolf." The revelation hit me like a physical blow. My parents hadn't been random victims—they'd been targeted specifically because of my father's bloodline, because of what I might become. "They killed our family to prevent our awakening," Lyra snarled with sudden fury. "They murdered innocents to stop what we are." "What kind of knowledge?" I asked, though part of me dreaded the answer. Elder Morrigan studied me for another long moment before reaching into her robes and with

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

Kaidon and I held hands together as weoved over to the dinning table. Moments later the maids all walked into the room, holding out a tray of steaming soup and gently dropping them on our tables. "What is this news I hear about some rat taking over your pack?" Alpha Moose asked, after we begin eating. "Rudolph Oaster. The last descendant of the Oaster family." Kaidon replied, wiping off the side of his mouth with his hand. "Those bastards will never change. Don't worry, you are safe here till its time to wage war against them. We will make sure that everything is sorted out for you."

Alud thought. - Gather a miserable handful of dark ones in the hope of destroying us, ah ah ah, not good. But it doesn't matter, we don't hold a grudge against you my friend. Tell me better, your clan watched over the lineage of people Conskintos. We know this for sure. Where are the descendants of this kind now? If you say we will let you go, I swear by the darkness itself. - says the figure in the same nasty voice. Alud's thoughts swirled in rapid succession. This is definitely not a coincidence, he needs Conrod, it seems he knows that Conrod is not an ordinary person. Apparently, the old archival records left when moving from one city to another fell into the hands of a stranger, otherwis

“This is the first time I am hearing this, but I do recall some families that my father would always tell us about— the Ardens,” “So you know them,” “How could I not? They are the most powerful nobles after us—” Yulo laughed. Adhler had to stare at him until he stopped laughing, “Was that what your father told you, or was that what was written in the books?” “My father never mentioned a lot about them, only that they were a family that was loyal to the royals until the end,” “Then you should also know that they are the most powerful Lycans that have ever lived. Even they were driven crazy because of the pure blood that flows in their veins,”

“And that was how the war between your clan and the moon goddess' descendants began. Before your great-grandfather died, he established the rule of wiping out the moon goddess’ descendants and the rule has been passed down from generation to generation.” “Blood was split- all of them were maimed, but one of them survived, Aurora- Selene's mother. She lived a quiet life, living in hiding away from her hunters.” “Along the line, she met Selene’s father who was half-human, half-wolf. They fell in love and got married, living in their isolated cabin together. She became pregnant and their happiness knew no bounds. They were happy until one day, when your father's men found Aurora.”

He is quite picky and strict with every one of us, but Lucia and I have always been at each other's neck since the day I was born. We don’t know what happens to the other elders before us. Dad has lived on this earth for several centuries as he is one of the first true bloods, descendants of Endymion and Selene. While he plots to steal the golden throne, he has also been busy frolicking with as many women as he desires. His kids are scattered all around the world, they are either forced to leave when other kids arrive, or Dad doesn’t have any use for them anymore. Some were banished for daring to betray or challenge Dad, so we have no idea how many we are.