Auradon Descendants Novels & Stories

“My name is Bruce Jameson Tugur. I too am of pure lineage. You see, when my family came to America they shortened our family name from Tugurlan to Tugur. I’m the direct descent of General Stefan Tugurlan who fought for King Mathias. Does that name ring any bells?” A look of shock and horror crossed Doru’s face as he focused on the crossbow in Bruce’s hand. He’d heard of his father’s flee to the back hills of China after the Tugurlan clan was given the power to destroy him. Wadim was a result of that time. He was told that, over the years, the Tugurlan family forgot they possessed this gift. Dracula proved it over and over again by hunting them down and killing them until they eventually fled

Afterwards the locals had been frozen out of the information flow. "Hang on to your disbelief," I cautioned Esmeralda. "My Father and I are descendants, by an ancient male line, of a deceased A****n First House. My ancestor dates back to the end of the Second Betrayal. He was sent on an official mission and told someone would come back to him and the few males with him." "Since he was on the rolls of the Host, so were all his offspring - until my Father and me," I said. I let her digest that.

Replied Ka-rin cooly. X had been taught the importance of family, as he knew there was very little that he had. His parents had only told him that it was just them and that the was the last descendant of the Han Clan. Outside of the conversation that he had overheard, he knew he had relatives but no such immediate family. Judging from Ka-Rin’s facial expression, he knew that his pure grey eyes had meant that he was definitely of pure blood. It was definitely not wrong when he said he was the last direct descendant of the the Han Clan.

The werewolf kingdom, under their wise and benevolent rule, became a shining example to other realms, illustrating the transformative power of strong leadership and collective harmony. And so, the story of Alpha Caleb and Luna Rory's descendants carried on, their lineage intertwining with the history of the werewolf kingdom. The love, wisdom, and strength that had guided their ancestors were now woven into the fabric of their reign. The kingdom stood united, prospering under the leadership of Ethan and Ava, as they continued to honor their parents' legacy and shape a future filled with hope and fulfillment for all.

This was the bloodline of the Caden family, their indomitable spirit, their pride, which would be passed down from generation to generation. Feeling a mix of emotions, James looked at Jacopo and Xainte again. “Although I’m a Hymnos God, I also originated from the Genesis World and have many friends here.” He sighed lightly, “I just don’t know if they are still around.” “Who are the ones you mentioned?” Xainte asked, blinking her beautiful eyes. “Yegor Sadler,” James smiled. “Yancy Quaid, Gladwin Warrick, Yaquis Holiness, and Mattaniah Cerghal.”

“The rightful heir. The direct descendant. Orion needs you.” I took a step back, shaking my head slowly. “No,” I said gently. “No, you’re the one who saved your people. You’ve lived among them. You understand this place and its… supernatural entanglements far better than I ever could. I could never lead them. Not the way you can.” He smiled sadly. “I’m the last descendant of Oman,” he admitted. “When Akira took over, she wiped out everyone in my family. Everyone but me. I’ve stayed hidden all my life. I was once meant to rule. But, you're here now."

“Maybe the big sister is afraid of challenging the father?” “Not if you are a full-blooded Luna Puer Wolf, Alexander.” Teddy shrugged, “A direct descendant of a noble wolf pack is always stronger than everyone else. Usually, they are the ones with the rarest wolf eyes. Like Armand Daniel of Jadong Neugdae Pack, the pack that is as old as the Luna Puer Pack. Armand has the reddest wolf eyes I’ve ever seen, and he’s very strong, he’s a full-blooded Jadong Neugdae Wolf for his parents had been both direct descendants of Jadong Neugdae Pack.”

What else could they not do? This time, the Emperor of America smiled. “Principals, both of you please don’t be angry! Darnic Young fled before the war began, so let the dead be dead. But Zachariah Young is the direct descendant of the millennial Young family. This is significantly important!” When Zachariah heard it, he immediately shouted again. “That’s right! I’m the direct descendant of the Youngs and I’m different from Darnic Young. If you dare to kill me, you won’t be able to step foot in America again!”

If my dad couldn't handle my interruption in the City's matter, I had the weapon now that I was one of the warriors and as strong as Hunt Gursala and Esmeralda the Lady General. Those were the things I could predict since I knew how the City's function worked. Though I had never met the secret warlock, Xander Wardwell, myself, I knew how he worked. I also needed to pay attention as only my Nasriantra clan and Xander himself knew that the Nasriantra clan was the direct descendant of the great-grandmother war wolf Aife.

And I found myself kneeling in that sacred circle twenty-eight years ago, expecting to receive what was rightfully mine. Spanish werewolves are the rarest of our kind—the Hijos de Plata, the Children of Silver. We are said to be the direct descendants of the moon goddess herself, carriers of a burden and gift that sets us apart from every other werewolf in the world. Our bloodline stretches back three thousand years to when the moon goddess,Selenia, young and foolish in love, descended from her celestial throne to walk among mortals. And she ended up falling for a warrior-king named Aurelio el Dorado—a blue eyed Alpha who ruled the ancient lands of Spain with fierce loyalty and honor.