Auradon Descendants Novels & Stories

“I believe she was the outlaw who killed a vampire in the mortal world.” “That is not true!” Elise countered in an offended tone as she is suddenly reminded of the death of her husband and daughter. “An eagle’s memory is sharper than its eyes,” King Aphradon quoted defensively. Convinced at Aphradon’s statements, King Vernon darted his piercing glare to Elise. “Capture the witch!” he demanded impatiently.

Gray eyes wide with shock at the other man’s audacity, Giovani only stared in response. The other man cleared his throat. “Sire, are you familiar with the legend of Daunator?” He bowed his head, his hood covering much of his facial features, and waited patiently for an answer. Though he had dwelled in these parts far longer than this new Vampire, as soon as Giovani had arrived in Cesky Krumlov, it was apparent that he was no ordinary Vampire. He was a direct descendant of the ancient Vampire, Holland, one of the few remaining, and this clan immediately took him in, willing to provide him with whatever he needed in order to rebuild his forces and flourish.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

VISIONS ADRIENNE IS THE only surviving descendant of Ada the Oracle. According to her, after the Blood War, her mother, Ada, fled to save their lives. She stated that her mother was pregnant during that time. Ada had no idea the war was coming, but she had a feeling that death was on its way. Instead of being terrified for herself and her baby, she stayed in Vinfort, hoping to see something that could save people's lives, but she didn't see anything.

And for thousands of years, I listened to him whisper that we were the same. That I was made for him. Forged for him. Fated for him. The one battle I did not win was the one inside my own mind. Until… A spark. Faint. Unremarkable. Young. A heartbeat born far from the god, yet glowing with my blood. A girl. Astrid. My descendant. My heir. My unfinished promise. Every generation, they weakened us. Every generation, they hunted the Luna line. Until she was the last. Perfect.

I chose the Adragnas, the family who hated the Calvets for ages, the family who had connections to werewolf packs, and the family exterminated by Sariel… with my help. If there was someone from the Adragna family who survived, he would surely hate Sariel's guts, but Marques Henri Adragna had five sons, no daughters, and all of them were dead. His wife died nearly a century ago, and it looked like there were no other living members of that family. I sighed, disappointed after reaching a dead end, and decided to take a different approach. I focused on the initials… Could it be that there was some JD among the nobles? "D… Maybe it was someone from the Desai family?" I wondered.

Xander raised one eyebrow, "why him?" The spy smiled slightly, "their eldest son refused to join and is currently serving time in a dungeon for insubordination." "What about Luciad's family? Do you have any evidence that they are also involved in the organization?" The blue-eyed man in front of Xander seemed to let out a long sigh, "they are the direct descendants of the alpha wolves who committed mass murder in the era of your late grandfather's leadership, sir." "But how is that possible? Didn't my grandfather get rid of all their descendants?"

He took a few moments to collect himself before his face recovered to its usual evil, twisted smirk. "I believe your pretty little Luna has something that belongs to us," the Descendant replied. "We want it back." "If we are going to get technical, it actually belongs to me. The Goddesses gave it to my direct ancestor 2000 years ago. I'm a far closer descendant of Donatia Chiaramonti Loren than you," Leo replied. "Your pack discarded it 300 years ago. You didn't want it and we have been taking care of it ever since."

They knew very well that Elder was the last ancient pure-blooded Lycan who were created by the moon goddess herself but what they didn't know that Leonidas was his descendant as he never mentioned it before. Only a few trustworthy council members like John knew about it. "You think I don't know about your corruption? I was just testing you to see how long can you go on with your lie. Miss Aurora Adams is no mate of yours. She's my future Great-granddaughter in law and future queen of werewolve clan and I won't tolerate it if you tried to claim her as your mate again or any disrespect to my family or clan" Elder continue while Stephen just kept his head low in shame.

Kade says darkly. "Vivienne was working alone as far as we can tell. But yes, there may be others like her. Others who would see Luna Sera as a tool to be used or a threat to be eliminated." Elder Thorne marks several locations on the map. "These are known concentrations of Moon Goddess descendants. If your mother came from one of these families, they may already know about you." I lean forward to study the map. Several locations are marked—one in the Northern Territories, one overseas in the Old Country, and one in the Eastern Mountains.