Descendants Wattpad Novels & Stories

"I'm what the Ravengale bloodline tried to kill in themselves—and failed." Meanwhile, Kael sat at his desk, the rhythmic tap of his red pen against the patrol reports breaking the silence of the office. His mind wandered, caught somewhere between the mundane tasks of the day and the strange feeling that had been gnawing at him ever since his parents left for the Lycan Prince’s territory.

When Dad formally announced me as the sole heiress of the Weatherby family, Luca and the resuscitated Sally had already been locked away in the same mental institution. The two siblings were destined to rot there forever.

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.

Great-great-great-great-grandchildren played around its roots while our many descendants stood with us. I reached out with my power and touched the earth. There was nothing left of the old darkness. Only rich, peaceful soil and new life remained. “You are gone,” I whispered. “And we remain.” As the sun set, painting Thornwood in brilliant gold and crimson, we gathered on the highest battlements. Our descendants spread out below us, laughing and alive. I stood between my three mates, their arms around me, the bond humming with warmth, strength, and everlasting peace. “I was sent here to be your dirty secret,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “The Omega meant to end the Cursed Alphas. Instead

“You can harvest sun rays or so Sia tells me. No regular human can do that. Let alone a witch. Only descendants are able to obtain such power.” “Descendants? The only parent I ever had was my grandmother. I doubt she could…” “What about your mother? What do you know about her?” Teya paused at his question. She didn’t know anything about her. Never even gave her a second thought once she was old enough to stop caring about it. She looked away from Dean then with shame. He smiled, unusually charismatic and happy. “I knew there was something special about you when you walked into the hospital. What is weird to me though is how fate has you as a witch and a breeder with this power. Your mother a

Elara replied evenly. Damian’s smile sharpened with approval. “Good. Curiosity will serve you better than fear.” He gestured toward the chair. “Shall we begin?” He slid a folder across the desk. Inside were deeds. Trust agreements. Names she didn’t recognize but felt she should. And beneath them all, a single address typed neatly at the bottom of the page. Her pulse spiked. “What is this place?” Damian folded his hands. “The first door your mother never closed.” Before Elara could respond, her phone buzzed in her bag.

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.

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.

When we realized that the missing spot on the web of Descendants of Moon Goddess wasn't empty but shining, we knew that one of us, stronger was out there. We sent people to investigate our ancestors who went to different places in the world. Humans, non-humans, forbidden packs where no wolf is allowed, just to investigate if anyone was pregnant with the next descendants or... There were descendants that they hid from us. We returned with no results. Dad started getting agitated. When one of the strongest descendants of Moon Goddess went to the BloodStone Eclipse Pack and was killed by the previous Alpha, he was reluctant to let anyone get hurt. We allow their choice of living freely, away fr

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.