Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

I whisper. “Juan will always be my son, and no piece of paper will say otherwise,” Carlos says, pressing his index finger against the paper repeatedly. He hands me back the envelope, wiping his face. “He has been my son for four years, and he always will be. Juan Carlos is my son, he is a Salazar, and he always will be.” “Whatever you say,” I agree, putting the envelope away once again. “Does he know?” Carlos asks, looking at me seriously. His gaze is a sea of disappointment that I can't bear to meet.

A silence fell so absolute that the ticking of the clock on the wall sounded like thunder. Zev’s mother blinked. “That… can’t be.” “I smelled them. Strong. Not just remnants, but real, breathing vampires. One of them helped Ashara. Took her to safety.” He paused, fists clenched. “Carlos. He’s still alive.” “Carlos?” Zev’s father echoed in disbelief. “But that’s not possible. He disappeared after the treaty was written.” “He’s here. And not just him—his children too.” Kael’s voice grew grave. “They’re young. But powerful. One of them… has been watching Ashara.”

“No, she didn’t. wow. This is a surprise” He laughed. My cousin. Younger brother to Katharine, only son to my uncle Manuel and heir to the Chicago family. “I’ve missed you too. So much.” And I have. My cousin was always quick to laugh. A prankster, not to mention he always took myside during my countless fights with his elder sister. “Really? Well not for long, I’m so bored here at home, I was thinking of visiting New York, then I remembered my girl was over there.” Carlos tells me.

He smiled. "Harrison. What a coincidence, dad was telling me to go for a Youth Summer Theme launch of Harrison lodges." Carlos laughed. "Oh yeah! We are launching that." He casually said. "Wait! No. It's not possible." Carlos panicked. "What's not possible?" I asked her. "Harrison Lodges and he is Reyansh Harrison." Carlos tried to make me understand. "Yes! I am their third generation." He chuckled. Everything started making sense. "Friends." He extended his hand towards us.

One by one, Darius listened to their tales, their voices carrying the weight of time and memory. The stories revealed Carlos's journey, from the moment he had been found as an orphaned pup, his mysterious origins, and the way he had been embraced by the pack as one of their own. Darius nodded as he listened to each and every side of the story, it was then he realized that Carlos was never a member of their clan but was brought in as an orphan during the war between their clans and their dearest enemy. How he managed to live among them without someone like him knowing his true identity needed to be studied.

Garrett asked from the other side of the line. Carlos looked at the file that had once been given to him by Garrett. "Jimmy Billy." He raised the file up to his face to look at it closely. "I want you to look into his family members for me, I want to know all about who he is related to and if his parents are still alive." "Carlos, could this be..." "Yes, it could be a clue Garrett, to solve all this and end it all once and for all without getting anyone hurt." Carlos put down the file on the desk.

Carlos was so disappointed with his words "You didn't saw her eyes, Gil. Eyes which was speaking so many things to me. As far as I know, she was never the girl to betray you." "That means my father and that DNA report was wrong... Also, her family members killed my father the master of Vampires what do you say about it?" said Gil in annoyance. "I don't know... I don't know Gil. I just believe that something is hidden with all those things. And we need to find it" said Carlos trying to convince Gil. "I am not interested in finding anything. Definitely not related to my father's murderer..." said Gil coldly. But Carlos got out of the car and said "I don't care what you are interested in but I

He appeared to be in perfect shape and still looked hot even after returning from war. Carlos was the precious son of Alpha Varlos and Goldmoon pack's successor. As the pack's apparent heir and the incoming Alpha, he had been putting in a lot of training. To please his father, he had engaged in numerous wars, discovered numerous treasures, and even vanquished an entire pack. He was his father's pride and joy, and the entire pack looked up to him as the next worthy Alpha of the Goldmoon pack. "Long live the prince!" The pack members bowed to him respectfully and said in unison. Carlos smiled warmly at them as he passed by, followed closely by some sentinels.

Alpha Louis says, and Carlos laughs again. “I rule Italy, not some king that doesn’t know our country, and as long the two other Alphas don’t overstep, I’ll let them be. They know keeping peace is in everyone’s interest, so I don’t need to kill anyone.” Carlos says as he looks at me. Trying to make me and Enzo react, but I open my mindlink to Enzo. ‘Don’t answer.’ I say. And I turn my head back to my food. “Much like your father, he should not have taken my mate just because she chose him over me. Look where they ended, dead, by my bare hands, along with your two siblings. Oh well, you know the story.” Carlos says, laughing.

“This agreement is deeply tied to what happened to my grandfather’s family. Timothy and Carlos must’ve had a hand in it. It was Carlos who handled the sale of Thompson Residence. “The destruction of the Jonathan Family wasn’t random—Carlos is clearly involved.” Hayden nodded. “Unfortunately, my father never revealed the truth before he died. That part of the story died with him. Tracking it down now will be difficult.” “There’s only one way forward,” Sebastian said. “We need to find Carlos. He’s the key to everything.” “Exactly. Carlos is the link,” Caitlin agreed. Her mind raced as she recalled her time living in the old Yuncey estate, and more importantly, Timothy’s last words. A sudden re