Auradon Prep Descendants Novels & Stories

“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

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.

“Aura almost killed me and Luna Gibson’s children, and now, it appears she has connections with the Walters. Dennis even borrowed some of my men to protect and guard Aura in secret.” Adrian’s face was ashen at the explanation. Joshua raised his glass and gently clinked it against Adrian’s. “Well, since you have zero idea what’s been happening, then I don’t think you should get involved in the feud between the Walters and me anymore. Don’t try to make things difficult for Luna on behalf of the Walters anymore. She’s the one who raised Neil and Nellie as her own. As for you, you’re just their grandfather, but aside from that, you don’t care about them at all.”

In the mirror, my reflection looked back at me with the pale, unblinking clarity of a creature that had lived underground for a very long time. My father used to tell me that the Adrians didn't inherit wealth; they harvested it from the graves of softer families. But he had been wrong about who the predator was. Five years ago, when Xavier’s firm was nothing but frantic sketches on napkins and a manic gleam in his eye, I had been the one to kneel by my father’s leather armchair. I was the one who begged him, wept against his knees, and convinced him to sell our last remaining ancestral property to fund the Adrian dream. I had traded my family's legacy to buy Xavier his first real armor. My f

a warrior apologizes before kneeling in front of Ryder, as the rest of the warriors follow his lead. "Thank you Christian, I'm glad I was able to show you hybrids aren't all what they seem. As you can see, my pup Aiden isn't a monster, he's a sweet protective little man which he gets from his father and mother." Ryder looks over to Jonathan, then back at me with a proud smile.

I love my mom and sister, but I would also love to know about my birth family. “So, Aurora is a Lycan,” Thorne speaks up. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back, silently supporting and comforting me. “She is,” Mrs. Ashford says, stepping forward. “Aurora is from the line of direct descendants of the Goddess, meaning she’s capable of bearing the strongest heirs out of all Lycans.” Grayson interrupts, “Although, we’re still unsure how my late wife… how your mother hid your lineage for so long. We hope to look into this. I have several avenues, medically and magically, that we can explore—”

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.

“That’s never happened before.” “No, it hasn’t. But even a deity can see the error of their ways, I suppose. These gifts will be passed down through your line only. Kaden and Liam will each have their own ability that will manifest in its own time, just as Elena’s has.” She explains. “When, not if but when, the next Armageddon comes, because it will, though hopefully not for many generations, your descendants will face it together. No longer will one wolf bear the burden alone.” “Couldn’t she have chosen a different family for the next go-round. Share the wealth so to speak?” The words are out of my mouth before I can pull them back and there is no mistaking the disdain in them.

I said. “But Luna, who is Marcus and why is he at war with us? And I heard the elder saying she does not know that you are Moon Goddess’ daughter,” he said. They all nod at him. “Do you all know the story of the white wolf Bellona?” I asked. Majority nod yes while others said no. “Well, the story you read is actually not a myth. It is something that happened many years ago. The Descendants Of Moon Goddess, Bellona, Kane, Marcus have come back again to finish the war that was cut short,” I said.

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?