Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

Rain and glass burst through the room like the mountain itself had thrown a fist. Wolves roared. People screamed. The floor beneath my feet pulsed. Once. Twice. Like a heartbeat waking under the stone. Silver light crawled across my veins. I looked down at my hands and stopped breathing. Across the chaos, Damien stared at me like his worst nightmare had just come true. And through the destruction, through the rain, through the screams of the pack that had watched me break, I heard one terrified voice whisper: “The heir has awakened.”

Blood kept flowing nonstop. Jessie Ford hurriedly pulled out a pack of tissues and rushed toward me. She wiped the blood while frowning and said, “Why didn’t you avoid it? Does it hurt? I didn’t do it on purpose. I panicked. Shane Harvey is young and talented. I hate to see talent wasted. Be good, just let it go.” I pushed her hand away with a firm expression. “That is my dad we are talking about.” “Alright, your dad loves money. If you really care about him, just accept the money and end this.”

Before the echo of the words faded, her phone blared to life. "Hey… Joanna? It's bad. Your dad's on his last legs. You need to come home, now." She bolted out the door so fast she slammed into the frame. On the bed, Zack burst into a fit of howls. Then he crumpled to the floor, pleading with the Mystic. "Please, I'm begging you, I don't want to die! I'll pay you anything, just help me out here." Mystic let out a weary sigh, showing he was out of options.

He was someone who cared for me, someone who saw me for who I was. “I missed you, Zion,” I admitted, finally voicing what I’d been holding back. “Thank you for always being there.” His smile widened, and for a moment, all my worries about Finley and Adonis seemed so far away. “And I’ll always be here, Phoebe,” he whispered, pulling me into a warm embrace. “By the Moon Goddess, why does this keep getting more complicated?” “Let me tell you something,” Zion said. “We Alphas’ descendants are sharp. Especially Adonis, being a true Lycan. He’s insane, sure, but he wouldn’t dare hurt you.”

Their meeting must not have been going so well considering the fact that she punched him the last time. "Is everyone on seat with their snack?" A chorus of exciting hums answered Liza's question. "Okay, today we are going to watch a movie" Liza said to the pups' excitedly, looking for a treat. "The title of the movie is Dora the Explora." The amazing pup shouted with excitement looking forward to the movie.

Chapter 121: The Final Act The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with tension, as if every breath was laden with the weight of a thousand unsaid words. Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest, her eyes flicking between Ethan and Derek. The standoff was palpable, the final confrontation looming like a storm waiting to break. Ethan was standing tall, his jaw clenched in determination. Derek, on the other hand, wore his usual smug expression, though there was something different in his eyes now. Fear, perhaps, or the realization that his control was slipping.

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

She rocked her head back and forth, her whole body one tight cord of pleasure as her screams filled the room. As soon as it was over, she collapsed back onto the floor, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. As she glanced over at the recliners, she noticed Damien smirking at her while Nick merely leered. The look on his face, however, made her shudder again, the fire still burning between her legs.