Descendants: Wicked World Rather Be With You Novels & Stories

The mention of the worst species of werewolves sent the room into a frenzy. “There is only one Beast that we know of,” Nathan recovered himself from a shock, “and he died hundreds of years ago.” “I’m not talking about the Fallen Beast. I’m talking about its descendants,” Dad clarified, and then he glanced at me, “and I think your friend is one of them.” A hard gasp came out of my mouth. I still could not believe that Ronny was a werewolf, and now Dad said that he was the descendant of the vilest and most brutal creature of Lycanthrope that caused the biggest war in the history?

I lower my head in dejection. "None of us but the descendants of Ekon,the demon prince who once slaughtered the supernaturals from earth to establish the monopoly of demonic rule but the collective armies of wolves, witches and the human saints killed and banished him from earth.Since then we don't hear about the existence of demons on earth and we can't enter in their realm."Zurus's words comes like someone poured molten mercury in my ears. Here I am trying to keep Felicity out of my mess but the fucking destiny drags her in this supernatural swamp.

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

“Thank you, friend.” “He arrived with a group yesterday. They were all new mercenaries, none of us knew any of them, but they agreed to our laws yesterday and have already broken one. I’ll go talk to Baddek now and tell him what has happened. I expect he’ll be questioning the rest of the group and seeing them away before dawn.” “I will join you shortly.” “Nay, tis no yerr place. Only one man wronged ye and he be dead. Baddek was elected to be the one who would see our laws upheld. You see to yer wife”

As for me… 'Woke up when the world ends' that is what I wanted it to be. -Ethan Shujinko

“No, I am a many times removed descendant of a deity.” “Like gives birth to like, you are a deity babe,” Damien says. “And don't sell yourself short. From what you said, each descendant is stronger than the last. You are powerful. Oh, Willow must be out of her mind to have pulled a stunt like this and also losing you,” Fredja crows. “Yeah, she must be very disappointed,” I say.

, Dua asked unbelievably "I got this life to stop myself from destruction and the mistakes I did in my past life like marrying Prathvik? Yes! Prathvik was the sole reason for my DARK World", Dua said and then she danced with happiness in the bathroom and her father was impatiently waiting for her at the breakfast table. That whole thing with the REBORN, TIME REVERSING, or TRANSMIGRATION was something Dua had a hard time accepting. She didn't believe in such things even if she had a small belief in time machines or God's miracles.

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.