Descendants Valentines Novels & Stories

Valentine cooed as he placed his goblet on the table, "please have a seat. I'd offer you something to drink, but I'm afraid you don't have the same taste for finer things as my kind does." I felt a wave of nausea overcome me at the thought of drinking blood. This man disgusted me on a whole other level. He was creepy, and clearly up to no good. "I just need to get back to my quarters. I'm sorry for coming into your um, dining room...I," I began to show my nerves. I kicked myself mentally for not sounding stronger. Valentine chuckled, "I'm sure that's all it was. Tell me, when can we expect to see the next heir to the throne?"

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.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. “Ronald, what are you doing, anybody will see. Let me go.” Valerie wiggled. “All the devils are gone, now nobody will see,” Ronald said lovingly, but he noticed sweat drops on Valerie’s forehead and realized her nervousness, so he let her go. “I want to give you something.” He held her hand. “What?” Valerie was shy. She said in a low voice that was barely able to hear. Ronald fetches a small velvet box from his pocket and took out a beautiful diamond pendant that has VR carved on it in the center and was bold.

Their care is unending, and their love is a constant presence that soothes my soul. "I’m so grateful for you both," I whisper one evening, as Ethan gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. Arnold smiles softly, his hand resting on mine. "We’re here for you, Hazel. Always." I nod because I’m overcome with emotion as I watch them fuss over our daughters, while their laughter fills the room with warmth and joy. Zena and Kamila, our precious girls. They are symbols of hope and promise, and they have been destined to lead our kingdom with grace and wisdom.

So much for daddy issues but damn they got some really good genes. “I’ve been asking that myself too.” The guy right next to Valentine’s dad followed up. I believe his name’s Victor or maybe Vincent. I’m a bit confused because I’m trying to listen to the conversation while trying to contain my excitement about the food. I guess Victor’s the dad and Vincent’s the older brother. Anyway, they all looked hot and just basically a carbon copies of each other. “It’s not my idea.” Valentine began. “Yeah, it’s actually my idea.” Dominic butted in. “This is the place where I first fell in love with this guy.” Dominic held Valentine’s arm and they both looked at each other straight in the eye. How fuck

“You two have fun.” Valen’s gaze never left mine as he pushed off the doorway and stalked toward me. “So,” he drawled, “all those charming notes got you so distracted? I never thought any other alpha could capture your interest this intensely.” I swallowed hard, and sudden heat rushed to my cheeks. “You’re being dramatic.” “Am I?” “They are sympathy gifts,” I exasperated. Valen clicked his tongue softly. “I don’t care about the gifts. I care that I haven’t had you to myself since daylight.”

Nothing good ever comes from being summoned by them. We haven't even gotten a thank you from Luther for bringing Alex back alive. I mean, now it's clear that I wasn't the one that gave him up to be kidnapped and that the Ascendants are just as horrible as they are. Fucking idiots for immortals that claim to be almost a thousand years old. A quiet presence stirs behind me. The mating bond pulls, and before I even turn, the scent of cinnamon wraps around me, warm and familiar. Valentine steps beside me, his posture rigid, tension radiating from his body like a second skin.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

“Yes, it does. May I please lower my dress?” He chuckled as he nodded. “Go ahead. But I’ll be playing with it later. And I will punish you for avoiding me.” “Yes, sir.” He laughed even harder at the word “sir”. “That’s more like it. You should respect the men who control your body.” Valerie dropped her dress back into place and then smoothed it out. Her hands shook, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of how Dean rattled or nerves or if the thought of being used by him actually excited her.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."