Descendants: Wicked World Rather Be With You Novels & Stories

"Sacrifice complete. Your soul will fully dissolve and permanently leave this world." As the voice faded, a soft white glow surrounded me while my soul slowly turned transparent. Without looking back, I moved straight into the light and dissolved into it completely, leaving behind this place filled with pain and suffering. Behind me, Abigail froze in place, and her outstretched hand closed around nothing. She watched helplessly as I disappeared completely. Every bit of joy she had felt collapsed in an instant as crushing despair swallowed her whole. In the endless white mist, she slowly crouched down and broke down into loud sobs like a child who had lost everything.

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.

But right now, some young ladies are now qualified to compete just like me, as the next head of the family (as Matriarch). Kung nagtataka kayo kung bakit ako ang susunod na Head is because I am the only daughter and the next closest bloodline. At first, I was confused dahil sa pagkaka- alam ko only males are qualified and if the head of the house has no son or successor to inherit the title and position, the next in line would be the male cousins or the closest descendants

After a second, he dropped the angry look and huffed out a short harsh breath. “Fine” he conceded. “So, go on then. Your plan?” I pushed him to start his spiel. The quicker he gets this over with, the quicker I can get out of here, hopefully. “With you and I leading the charge, the last two remaining direct descendants of the children of Lycaon, no Were could turn us away. We will be able to rally together Weres from across the world, they will all want to join our fight” he began, “To defeat the hunters” I interjected,

I asked surprised at the news. “Yes, being a god is just touching the tip of supernaturalism. Mazikeen did not find a normal or a good source of power. He found an ancient evil. One which has been imprisoned and could draw others near himself. He offered Monar, the name Mazikeen bore before he became unnatural, great things and Mazikeen was drawn to the offer. He accepted it but the cost was his humanity. Monar also had a strange human gift too being of the fact that he was of the forgotten world. A world that is fantastical, where beasts and people who lived there were so strong and fantastical that they were like mini gods.” The Golden queen smiled sadly. “My home which I had to destroy be

The coven sent me off without ever telling me that once I opened the portal to the land of the dead, it would unleash more spirits into the abandoned building. One of the scariest moment ever. I thought I would've be stuck there like a poltergeist! Around late afternoon I was making my way back home. Looking for an opened portal around the academy that u could take a short cut to. Opening a portal on your own could really drain your energy. I loved Witchy World! It was so magical and only had two seasons. Spring and fall. You can be yourself one-hundred percent here and learn about all the other supernaturals in the world. They also have the best organic and healthiest delicacies any witch o

Is this my punishment for being such a lazy kid who doesn't work, or because of my stupid kinks in books? I just want to flip this whole world upside down. Why can't they leave me alone?! They are the villains of my life. I just want to live a long life because I died early. I want to go back to have an easy yet terrible life back on earth. I want to see my family and friends, and even though almost everything I want is here, it still feels off, feels fake, and I don't deserve it. I feel like an imposter in this world.

A sick game. "I told you," she whispered, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. She paused, letting the words sink in. "It was your lucky day." Then, with a terrible crack, she wrenched her mouth open even wider—too wide. A monstrous, gaping maw. "No—!" My scream caught in my throat as the witch bit down. Beth’s head tore clean off. Blood sprayed in a horrific arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—my face. Beth’s body twitched once, then went still, her lifeless form dropping to the ground with a sickening thud.

“Before the wolves became their own gods, before the lines between the living and the dead were drawn with blood. The tether was severed. And so began the decay. You think your wars are recent, but they are echoes. You are descendants of a pact broken. The vessel,” his gaze locked on me again, “is the last heir to that pact. And now that the shard is gone, her blood is the only thread left strong enough to stitch the worlds together.” I swallowed the chill rising in my throat. “And if I refuse?” The Warden smiled wider. “Then the balance crumbles completely. Your kind falls first. Then the rest follows.” Marcus was already beside me, his blades humming faintly with enchantment. Tobias flanke