Auradon Prep Descendants Novels & Stories

"I have this memories that feels like it's mine but of a different time. A memory that does not belong to this particular mind or body." He nodded sagely, "it's because you're a descendant." She turned to face him, "what is a descendant?" "Descendants are any kind of supernatural humans that can reincarnate and pass down their memories from body to body through time." "So I reincarnate?" "Indeed." ★★★★ They returned home to a mouth watering meal of Macaroni and cheese prepared by Angelus. Each of them gathered at he dining table; except Cassie and Brandy of course, who had returned to their various homes.

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.

He closed his eyes, allowing the memories to transport him to the halcyon days of his childhood. Born into a lineage of distinguished Alphas, Adrian's upbringing had been steeped in tradition and the ancient wisdom passed down through generations. His parents, revered leaders of their pack, had instilled in him a deep sense of duty and honor. Their names resonated with reverence among the werewolf community, spoken in hushed tones, their legacies etched into the very fabric of their pack's history.

“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—”

‘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.

A loud and deafening screech welcomed them; the band of darkness was no longer lingering the cauldron’s mouth. The piercing cry grew louder as they entered the cabin. Clarence did not care about what the sound was, so he went over to the alpha and tried waking him up. Unfortunately, it was hopeless – Cliden was no longer breathing. Clarence, though he was envious of his brother’s position, cared for him. After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love.

It was a pleasant surprise. “I am Andrius Moonshade from Florence.” Andrius bowed respectfully in front of the Flame Emperor’s remains, solemnly swearing, “After returning, I will definitely find the descendants of that family and protect them for fifty years. If I violate this oath, may I be struck down by the heavens!” He bowed deeply again before stepping forward to the throne. After sensing it, he took out the most lustrous bone. Snap... Andrius used inner energy to crush it and immediately sensed an extremely rich and pure aura. He could not help but be overjoyed.

Hedeon Villa 🎋🎋🎋🎋 "Any news on my truck yet?" Hadeon demanded, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the spy standing nonchalantly before him. It's been days since that truck was stolen, and in those days he hasn't had the effortly to step out. While hiding away from his deeds, his own people has seen him as a weakling. Hadron Adorn was the second heir to the Adorn’s empire, who became a successor to his father after the death of his elder brother.

Turning to Aaron, he continued, “And the McReynolds clan comes from the descendants of the great Guardian Leaders. Not only that, your mother’s clan, the O’Riordans, were also highly skilled Guardians. With the blood of both of these clans coursing through your veins, you are sure to become one of the strongest Guardians of all time.” Both men were still having trouble accepting the information. Aaron looked at Kian and only shook his head. His friend, a stunned look in his eyes, finally asked, “May I have some water?” With a smile, Ward stood and crossed to a cabinet where he produced two glasses and filled them with water from a pitcher sitting on the counter before he took his chair. They

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.