Descendants Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Amity looks at me with shock as she says, “That’s right. Annalise, how did you know?” “Amity, I am not stupid. I did a research paper at school on my family history and found that there were only females with the occasional male born to the 2nd or 3rd daughter of each new generation. So now that I know that I am a descendant daughter of the Moon Goddess, I realised a few weeks ago that any pups I had would be daughters... Would be females.” I turn my head and look over at Fredrick and Nicolas, as I don’t know if they have thought about this. Tears sting my eyes as I whisper,

“And what did you find?” I pulled it from beneath my belt and tossed it onto the war table. The journal landed with a muted thud, pages splaying open like a wounded bird. Torn sketches. Sigils copied by candlelight. Runes no one had spoken in centuries. Notes written in my own hurried hand. My truth. “She’s not just some she-wolf with a unique birthmark,” I said, the words rasping past my dry throat. “She’s descended from the Phoenix line.” Derek looked up sharply.

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

How relaxing. “Maybe in a bit. I still haven’t told you the worst part.” Levi dismisses my suggestion, leaning forward with his forearms resting against his thighs. “You see, this little girl is a descendant of Aileen’s sister. She thinks it’s her missing niece’s descendant, and Aileen wants us to raise her.”

Nathan replied earning a burning glare from his father. It made him chuckled, his father was acting like a child deprived from his candy. " this is my mother,the ex Luna. My father, the ex Alpha and also my baby sister, Lizzy." He introduced pointing at each one of them. "Nice to meet you, I am Aliyah, the last descendants of the kings pack. And this is my beta, Favor." Favor flashed them a smile before they decided it was best for them to eat first before they get to business. It only took Lizzy three minutes to finish her food and also wants to leave the dining room but it will sound not polite and her father will be so mad at her for doing such a thing.

"Arthur thought he was building a shield. I thought I was building a throne. But the network... the network was just an artificial womb. The Ninety-Day Clause wasn't a timeline for a publishing contract or a corporate merger. It was the gestation period for a new species." The Descent We didn't take the elevator. The Spire's internal architecture was dead, its black glass stairs cracked and jagged. We scrambled down the maintenance shafts, our boots slipping on the fragments of the old world, the scent of sagebrush and salt growing stronger as we neared the desert floor.

I bet she got some of this when she went home, enough to know what my look meant, but not nearly as much. But Kieran is warm. He’s solid. He doesn’t let go, even when I can’t find my arms to hug him back, and my eyes sting. He smells just a little bit like Father. Altair and Vespera are lucky. They’re getting one hell of a dad. “I thought, after Finn and Xandra, our bad luck was broken,” he says. “I like to break the mold.” I disentangle myself from him. My legs are exhausted, and standing is becoming a chore. I drop onto the couch and look at Altair’s wobbling stack of blocks. “Is that Moonlight Tower, Tai?”

I've caused them enough trouble already. "I'm not ready," I blurted out. "I'm sorry, but I really don't think I should." "My mom loves you-" "That was before I disappeared, made you miserable, and put your life at risk," I listed, unbuckling my seatbelt. "Worst of all, she knows what I am. There's no sugarcoating that I'm a descendant of one of the seven deadly sins, Cross. Only you think that's normal. Normal people who are actually normal, think it's not."

Even the feelings he didn't like but his heart and body were coming together spontaneously following the fate he had been trying to escape from all along. Matt also knew that from then on he had stepped into the light and followed the inside of the store. He knew what was going to happen next was going to be a mess. He ruined all of his plans. He ruins everything just for a glimpse and a breeze of fragrance. Her longing for the cause of her fate was something she could never get out of. It was through the bloodshed and lust for her that he was able to break the rule.

His hair was wet, the mug in his hand tilting slightly as he took a slow sip of coffee. “You bathed already?” I asked, caught off guard. “Looks like I’m more curious than you are about this whole descendant stuff,” he replied, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. I hesitated before speaking again. “What if he found the wrong person? Or what if we’re wrong about me being a Blackwood descendant?” The thought slipped out before I could stop it. It wasn’t impossible. He shook his head. “Your blood was used to create hybrids. That alone confirms it. You’re a descendant. You’re exactly who he’s searching for.” His tone was steady, almost comforting, as if he thought I was afraid I wasn’t.