Descendants Long Live Evil Novels & Stories

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.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

Everyone, except me. "He was a friend, a husband, a father," Dad continued. "And a necromancer of priceless ability. Caleb Manser, the sixty third Head of the Manser Family, will forever be looked upon as an Elder of our Quadriad, and a great man. May the Great Ones take care of his soul."

And from what he said earlier, it could be concluded that the more he killed, the stronger he became even though his original self had died. "Damn it! Just kill him so he won't destroy our world!" Long's ancestor shouted angrily and anxiously. "Yes, kill him! Don't let him live." One by one the people there immediately shouted to kill Long Chen, they thought that now Long Chen was the same as the demons who made sacrifices with the lives of other creatures as their power. "Kill him! He's already the same as a demon!" "Come on, kill him ancestor don't let him live." The disciples and troops brought by the various forces shouted.

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.

SELENE. To survive in Lycoris, you had to be up there. It was up there or nothing. If you were down here, then you were lower class, the scum. And I was the scum of scum. But I had noble blood. Beta blood. It didn’t matter, though. Not anymore. Not since I was seven, when my father, the honorable Beta of the Moonveil Pack, was publicly put to death for treason. His name was soiled in the mud, his family stripped of their status, and his only crime being loyalty to the wrong person, the former Alpha, deposed by Kieran's father in a vicious coup.

We both groan in unison, just under our breath, at the injustice of a week more of school. “Pfft, they're not my friends anyway.” Eve can't help herself, and I throw her a pointed stare that seems to penetrate something in her attitude and makes her pipe down. She turns away to stare out of the window instead. “This is done for now. It’s late, and we all need to get some sleep. Go shower, both of you. That muddy coloured ash you are caked in is the charred, vulgar remains of hundreds of dead vampires from a decade ago…. might want not to be breathing it in or wearing it like a second skin. It’s dead ferals.”

I questioned. “Because I’ve seen it before.” His expression became grim. “The Evil God Organization uses it to mark their enemies and create a deadly explosion using the blood and wolf spirit of the target as a catalyst to trigger a dark curse.” “Self-destruction,” he explained. I looked back at the dead warriors. There was barely anything left of them now, just chunks of bone scattered across the floor. “Then one of these men was working for them?” I asked. “No,” Kingsley said.

Just hollow space. What did he do to you, I thought, chest tight. What the hell did he do? “We’ll get her back,” George said. “And then we’ll fix whatever’s broken. You, me, Evie, the whole pack, we’ll put her back together.” “If there’s anything left,” I muttered. “There will be. She’s Freya. She’s tougher than Viktor Ashford. She’ll come through this.” I wanted to believe it so bad. But I’d seen the bodies. Seven descendants. All powerful. All prepared. All dead.

The choice now belonged solely to them. Isabelle raised the locket to the light. Its silver sheen caught the morning sun, revealing a concealed inscription on the reverse: “Not blood alone, but heart shall forge the ember that never dies.” Her hand faltered. “It isn’t about lineage,” she said. “It’s about what we kindle in each other. We can honor our ancestors by forging a new covenant—one built on mutual trust and love, not ancient edicts.”