Demon Slayer Descendants Novels & Stories

Josie tilts her head to one side as she answers, “It has nothing to do with you, Layla, but everything to do with your two daughters.” My eyes widen in shock; my body stiffens in fear, my breath quickens, my heart starts pounding in my chest, it feels like it's about to explode; as I stammer, “What do you mean?” “Soren is a descendant of Lycaon, the first of our kind, Layla.” I close my eyes as I run my hand across my forehead and say, “I don't understand.”

“It was in one of the books handed down to me from my grandmother. I never knew her.” The truth she didn’t want to face began to rear its ugly head. She found her mind spinning and her heart in her stomach. Everything that had happened, everything the demon had said… “It can’t be,” Said the Grand Sorcerer. Calder was looking around, confusion on his face. “What? What are you all thinking?” It was Tasha who answered him, though. “That I might be a descendent of Dark Mages.”

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.

“Alright, let’s listen to your story once more, Father.” His father poured two glasses of wine and handed one glass to him. Stefano nodded in appreciation. At least the wine would bring him through the story his father was about to tell him although he remembered every word his father would say. “A young girl born with the blood of Vampire King and blueblood werewolf woman, fed with the blood of Lycan King and a white witch but stronger than them all. She would be the last descendant of the royal families of vampire, werewolf, and lycan as there would be no more of her ancestors left by the time she reached an age. As bright as her future would be, darkness would always lurk around her. We,

Anna felt the blood run faster in her body, her heart subconsciously jumped. Liln didn't let Anna have time to think, she said: "We used to be called blood demons, over the years the blood demons married humans, procreating descendants, leading to the bloodline decreasing in strength. We are now descendants of non-pure vampires, assimilated by human blood…” Anna was surprised, she temporarily lost her thinking ability, because there was huge information invading her worldview, Anna even thought that Liln was joking. But Liln looked very serious, and there was no reason to make fun of her.

"But...is it really possible for a demon and a mortal to..." "Yes, Maddie. Hunters come from a long line of other Hunters, but the first of us spawned from the ichor of Angels and the poison of demons, mixed and given to Man to drink. This came to be because there was a time when demons invaded the earth, when the destruction of the world as we know it was imminent, and our three patron Angels: Michael, Gabriel and Raziel, saw the need to procreate a special breed of people, armed with the strength of Angels, the versatility and persistence of demons, and the humanity of, well, humans, to protect the earth from the influence of the forces of darkness. On rare occasions, a mortal frolicks wit

I realized it was creating the sky of different realms as it rose, took shape, and then fell. "This is the table of prophecy". Our greatest weapon against the forces of evil. It tells us when strong evil takes place and in what dimensions. Our forces pair up to eliminate them. A never-ending battle, it seems." Queen Amara said to us, noticing my fascination. "Earlier you called me a Descendant?" I asked her. I had always wondered where my lineage came from as well as my powers. My mother died before she could. "Yes, Descendants. Do you truly not know yourself?" King Daniel asked me, and I shook my head. I looked at Rynyxon, who didn't seem fazed by any of it. He wouldn't even look at me. Wha

Her blue eyes shone faintly in the moonlight, as if radiating the strength hidden behind her tiny body. "But where are we going, Aunty?" Elara asked in a low voice. "Everyone hates me. They all believe I'm the son of the devil." Grace looked anxiously at her niece. "We'll go somewhere far away from here, Elara. Out in the country there are people who understand and do not fear your power. You are Blaise's descendant, and you must survive." Elara bit her lip, unsure of what she should feel. However, she knew one thing, she had to survive.

he whispered. "What?" My voice was hardly heard as I asked. He stood, moving slowly but purposefully. "You bear the Ancient Bloodline’s mark." My thoughts were racing as I gazed at him. "What are you talking about?" With his eyes fixed on mine, Thalion took a step closer. "You are the Primordial Line’s final descendant. The one predicted to bring about devastation." I staggered back as the weight of his words struck me like a blow. Lucas grabbed me and held me steady.

“The land bleeds because you bleed. Because the wolves forgot their place. Rowan’s jaw flexed. “What do you mean?” She dragged a finger across the dirt, drawing a crescent moon split by a jagged line. “The goddess once bore children of moon and flame. The flame was silenced. The moon… forgotten.” She pointed at me then. “Until her echo stirred.” My blood ran cold. “Are you saying…” My voice trembled. “The goddess has a descendant?” The seer’s head tilted sharply. “Not has. Is.” Rowan took a step closer. “What is she?”