Descendants Cruella De Vil Son Novels & Stories

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

Then there is Luna Maria and both her children with their full families and lastly is the Lycan King and his family, apart from his eldest son. “Marcel.” The King says as he smirks, looking rather dangerous. “And who do we have here?” I feel like a deer waiting for the lion or someone to eat me under his powerful gaze. “That’s Winnie! She’s my Nanny and she is also Grandad’s girlfriend!” Corrado says happily. I blush at that, and a few people chuckle. “She’s too pretty! Uncle no fair!” Skyla exclaims, making me blush further, and Kiara shakes her head.

He’s willing to do everything just to take down Avissar. The Desaix Family has a palace. They had a happy and perfect family but their parents died. Vladimir, the eldest Desaix is a family-oriented man. When their parents died, he became more calculative of everything, including his actions. He’s the smartest of the siblings. His penchant for strategies and forming contingencies way ahead of time. Lilia, the middle Desaix was envied by women. She’s very classic. Their youngest is Avissar Desaix, the most badass in their family. However, he knows how to keep his words. He’s the first half vampire and half werewolf. They have different accents from the rest of the species.

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?

My breathing was shallow and my steps were light, so I heard them. Two voices came from a room at the end of the hallway, urgent yet quiet. I crept closer, pressing myself into the darkness. "...he will survive this," Cruella growled. "He won't," said another, scathingly assured. "No one lives through the Dreadmoor." My blood turned to ice. The Dreadmoor? My heart thumped as I edged closer. Cruella spoke again, "What do you think will happen if he doesn't return? The pack will not—"

Her eyes met mine as she playfully turned around and I smiled at the portrait before Elena turned around to look at it. It was one of me, her, Hana, Killian, Ezra, and Lia. And though Killian wasn’t a direct descendant of the D’Caprio family, Donatello had agreed that he would claim him as his son. It was something that even Maria was thrilled about, and knowing that her sons were all here by her side, she didn’t ask for anything else. "What is this?” Lia asked, her eyes watering as she took sight of the portrait. “Our very own descendant picture.” I said, looking at my mate who smiled. “Now we are officially going to be remembered until the end of time…”

"They’re his descendants." Sylas tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with a dark kind of pride. "You're smart, Cora. I always knew you were. Yes, Liam, Ronan, and Cade are the fruit of that Alpha prince's blood. They carry the rot she left behind, and they’ve spent their whole lives trying to outrun a debt they didn't even know they owed." I looked at the daggers in my hands, then back at him. "But the curse is real. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen what it does to them."

“The voice whispered, but the guards of the Black Porch heard it very clearly. The surveillance camera even recorded it and the guards there immediately sent the file to the entire school network. The voice said, “Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, or do you prefer I call her Venus Samudera? She is my descendant, a descendant of Giris Druiksa, the God of Hatred, the daughter of my grandson, Amerta Adiwangsa. However, this child is cursed and I, as its predecessor, give you a piece of advice. Let her live with darkness clasped in her hands, or give her death and your world remains happy. “After that, suddenly VoltaKron Zaloya announced that Giris whispers were also heard in the night sky across the cou