Descendants #maleficent Novels & Stories

Celine wasn't able to grasp her powers like she did because she was a half breed And her mother was a Lycan. Aaliyah was the last pure scarlet witch alive…

' Reuben wondered. 'What? This seemingly unremarkable man is the heir to the most powerful mafia family?' I thought as I turned to Tracy, who was standing next to Reuben. The moment our eyes met, Tracy's thoughts made my blood almost freeze. 'Marisa doesn't know. What a stupid woman. Galvan and I have slept together countless times. 'That penniless Reuben's birthday present is an insult. A stupid wooden bird? He'll always be a low life. I've had enough of poverty.

“Why shouldn’t he become mates with Zhuri, whom his heart beats for, when she is worthy of being his mate?” Worthy. The word echoed painfully in my chest. “I always told you not to bring this bastard into our home, Zorun!” she spat, turning to my uncle as though I were not standing right there. Bastard. Half-blood. Barren. Shame. The Raki Horde Pack was known to be the custodians of tradition. Laws older than memory. Rituals carved into stone. The Moon Goddess above all. Three years ago, on my nineteenth birthday, I had discovered that the Alpha’s son, the man yet to be crowned the Fang Father, was my fated mate.

If Roy was the ember, Kieran was the smoke. Behind them, shapes materialise from the dark: cloaked figures, armed but silent, eyes glowing faintly with prana. Men and women once cast aside – orphans, slaves, fallen knights – are now reborn into something more. Roy pulls out his half-mask and places it on his nose while the wind tugs at his cloak. A stunning drop of a bright, dark crimson teardrop jewel hangs from the mask. Roy, standing over the edge, takes a step forward and falls.

I asked curiously. “Yes, we do. Horus’s descendants can only produce males, and Nut’s descendants can only produce females. We know Alsie and her mother were descendants of Nut because they are females. I am a male, and I produced male heirs because I and now, you three are the descendants of Horus.”

“Zel, my friend!” Taking a peek while hiding from his father, Cent saw a Santa-clause-like man sitting behind a large wooden desk, an eyeglass dangling from his large nose. Friend? Does my father really have a friend? Dude, shut up! “Please have a seat.” Scoffing, her father let her take the seat first before he sat next to her. “Kirk, this is my daughter, Maleficent. Half-human and half me.”

The enchantress announced before giving Alpha Romero a meaningful glance. The leader of the pack nodded while his wife, Calliope gently and assuringly squeezed on his arms before letting him walk away to present himself in the middle of the crowd. “With that being said, I, Alpha Romero Muller, leader of the Crescent Walkers announces my plans of carrying out my legacy towards my first born son, Morgan Muller.” Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard the news straight from his father’s lips. He momentarily felt happiness surge into his heart before a thought hit him.

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.

"After what her father did to your mother?" Something cold and deadly settled in my chest. "I said. Don't." The warning in my voice made several pack members actually step backwards. Good. They should be afraid. I stalked toward the centre of the circle, my eyes never leaving the pathetic figure hunched over her glowing wrists. Selene Duskbane. The cursed wolf. The daughter of the traitor who'd cost me everything. My mate. "Listen carefully," I said, my voice carrying to every corner of the clearing. "She is my mate. Mine. That means I'm the only one who gets to decide whether she lives or dies. Not you, not the council, not anyone else."