Descendants Online Book Novels & Stories

They created a legacy that would be remembered for generations to come, a story of love and resilience that would inspire others to follow their hearts and break free from the constraints of tradition. Andrea, the Moon Goddess Descendant, found her true purpose not only in protecting the pack but also in redefining the concept of love and shaping the future of their supernatural world. Together with Jax and Rachel, she embraced her destiny and forged a path that would forever change the lives of werewolves and other supernatural beings.

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

Whiskey. I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house more thoroughly. The study or office space proved to be worth wild. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my original theory, this pack have had firsthand contact with the Moon Goddess. I’m getting closer. I took this journal, and the other old

Ethan My unofficial aunt and uncle, Shelby and Sam, are riding with me in the SUV on the journey to the resort. Sam was once Beta for the corrupt Alpha King Gene, though Sam has always been an honorable man that I count as family. I’m not crazy about having my aunt in harm’s way, but there’s no stopping her from coming to see my biological aunt Kelly, mostly because Kelly’s daughter is pregnant, and they haven’t seen them in so long. Her son, Isaac, is set to be the Alpha in this territory once we handle the problems here. Apparently, descendants of the original rogues who took over when the place was abandoned think they can waltz in and claim it as their territory.

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

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.

I asked Aden to know his own thoughts. "Well, I somehow do even though my father said he doesn't. But I think he just didn't want me to be worried about the horrible things that were prophesied to happen since I was going to be the next Alpha. If it were rubbish as some people call it, I believe my father wouldn't have allowed me to read every word of that book" "So you believe that Moonking's descendants will surface again?" I asked. "Of course, I do Mikazi's descendants, right." He replied. When Aden mentioned the name Mikazi, I knew he was telling the truth about reading the book.

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.