Decendants Novels & Stories

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

Drăculești is a covenant the blood remembers whether or not the church rewrites the book. I will not march Dennise out as Dracula’s offspring, I will let the rumor learn to walk. I will let enemies say it to make themselves feel brave, then I will make them right enough to choke. I, as the Progenitor, will rule. And I will smile because she is predictable. Elders confuse legacy for love.

Naura tried to calm her mother, who was upset to hear her story. Naura thought about how she could get a tutor from the school. She tried to find information about the school's tutors. Naura is sure there must be someone who wants to conspire with her. Naura got one of these bad traits from her father. However, Naura is a descendant of Gibson, so one of his bad traits will inevitably be owned by him. When Naura was busy contacting someone to find information, suddenly, a sound was heard behind her. The familiar voice made her immediately end the call. "Hopefully, what I hear is wrong."

well, I avoid looking at him. "Choosing a successor among my grandsons has been no easy task. They all follow in their father's ambitious footsteps, each carving their path with fire and grit. Alexander with his global properties, Damien with his bold innovations, Lucian with the crown jewel of our mining operations. All worthy. But I've come to a decision that honors our legacy while looking to the future."

"That pendant was a family heirloom his mother gave to him. It's given to every first daughter-in-law of his maternal family and after the first daughter is born, the pendant is passed on. If the first wife doesn't have a daughter, she'll have to wait until her first granddaughter or great granddaughter is born," "That still doesn't explain it," I said with a shake of my head. "My father could have received it from his father who can be Evander," "To pass on the pendant, the last successor must pour a drop of her blood into the gem and then the red stone will gain a hue of that person's soul colour. I know the colour it was when he received it so if it was still like that when your mother ha

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

He is quite picky and strict with every one of us, but Lucia and I have always been at each other's neck since the day I was born. We don’t know what happens to the other elders before us. Dad has lived on this earth for several centuries as he is one of the first true bloods, descendants of Endymion and Selene. While he plots to steal the golden throne, he has also been busy frolicking with as many women as he desires. His kids are scattered all around the world, they are either forced to leave when other kids arrive, or Dad doesn’t have any use for them anymore. Some were banished for daring to betray or challenge Dad, so we have no idea how many we are.

Luxury and wealth would definitely sway the Youngs! "That…" Hearing the threat in Harold's voice, Melvin and the elders fell silent. The Youngs only had two families of direct descendants. The first was Elder Young and Gilbert's line, the second was Melvin and Jonah's line. Other than the direct descendants, the rest of them were vassals and indirect descendants. In the modern world, wealth and money trumped everything! To those who were not direct descendants, the direct descendants relied on the Young Group to give them a life of wealth and luxury. That was why they served the Youngs so diligently!

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

Fawn said. "I'm sure that she doesn't want to hear lectures on how to be a good she-wolf or whatever she is right now. Just tell us what exactly is going on" I said. I wanted to be done with this and go home. I don't like the look that he was giving me at all. Fawn cleared his throat. "Miss, you are the last descendant of a lineage of demi gods that went extinct a long time ago," Fawn said. Stacie got up immediately. I could understand her shock too. I was just as shocked. Just what the hell is going on? A descendant of demigods? Does that even exist at all?