Auradon Prep Descendants Novels & Stories

"But, what if that girl isn't an ordinary human? what if she's a descendant of the lord of Lithonia?" "Aiden will lose control and he will lose his human form. The demon lord confined within his body will take full control of Aiden! "No! that can't happen!" "Ordinary humans or not, all they need to do is have a child that makes the curse pass on to the child that is born!" "But, what will happen if the child is born to parents who come from different breeds?" "I don't know, this never happened! but clearly, any choice is still dangerous. What Aiden is planning, that's what we must know before he goes any further!"

Elder Theodore simply said. "You being with his daughter was like him setting himself up for a coup. Adelia was bound to become a Luna and you an alpha. The combination of an alpha and a Luna is what?" Elder Theodore asked but didn't wait for an answer. "That's what Alpha Lundamous was scared of." "But our pups would have been his. What was he so scared of?" Aiden was puzzled. "Your pups would have been his but what about Jared's pups? Alpha Lundamous didn't want a war between his children." Elder Theodore answered, but soon added, "even when that was inevitable." He made a clicking sound with his tongue and pulled at his beard. Aiden watched him.

“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