Disney Descendants Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I am forced by Vaughn’s order to answer her questions, but I don’t have to elaborate or add information she didn’t ask for. She picks up the same file as when she was questioning Darron about Iron Moon Pack. It looks like a Pack file, but I can’t see if it is a personal file or not. “Do you know who his ancestor is, Princess Dezra?” The Captain asks and for a moment, I allow myself to fight my Brother’s order; this is a question I don’t want to answer. “Yes, I know who his ancestor is.” I answer her. You don’t have to be a genius to know what she will ask next. “His Great-Grandfather was mated to Princess Dyala, he found a second connection a few years after her death.”

But in the end, we were blessed with Dove Delia Drexel, at just over five pounds, with a full head of black hair … and Dane Dante Drexel, right at five pounds, with light brown hair. Of course we all believed Dawson was Dove’s father and Dane was Damien’s son but no one said it out loud. Maybe we’d better know as their features develop but I did secretly hope that somehow the goddess managed to give them each a pup on our first try. I also wanted to see Dawson have to raise a female pup. The idea of it tickled me to death. He would be completely whipped and I already could see him sitting down for tea with the princess, and being forced to dress up and paint his nails.

He, of course, still kept his beard nice and full. He was also much thinner. I remembered him being this big burly man that liked to wear overalls and boots, but now he just had an average muscular build. When the Disney movie "Brave" came out, my cousin from Scotland, Chloe and I would joke that he looked like Merida's father, Fergus. He hated it. "Do they know we're here?" I asked him. He shook his head "I didn't even tell her that I was comin' out early. She would make me have dinner with her friends or something. I dread that."

“My love for Jason was always genuine!” Charlotte smirked, her eyes glinting with pure satisfaction at Jasmine’s despair. “Even if that were true,” she smugly crossed her arms. “It still wasn’t enough to keep him. You’re just too unlovable. No wonder your birth parents dumped you in an orphanage.” “Charlotte!” Jasmine raised her hand to slap Charlotte, but Charlotte caught her wrist mid-air. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me,” she sneered as she shoved Jasmine’s hand away. “The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, but it still remains the truth.”

Lindsey won’t have a mate with a pup that isn’t hers. “That’s great!” I say, feeling the weight of the world fall off my shoulders. “There is one concern.” He rubs his neck. “What?” Dad asks. He exhales. “ I know this is quite skeptical of me, but I don’t understand why the young lady would lie. Why did she claim that Brady was the only possibility? She easily could have said it was someone else.” Dad and I look at each other knowingly. She wanted to have the alpha’s pup. Not even that, she probably wanted to usurp Lindsey and become luna. I can’t help but be disappointed at Daisy. She always seemed so chill. Seems she’s crazy after all.

My arrogant nemesis, the feared Don of the Astor family, was acting like a junkyard dog guarding a bone—terrified I found him repulsive, but still trying to bare his teeth. A man who loved me so much he locked my used eraser in a safe wasn't capable of saying he wanted to swallow the Valence family whole. I didn't struggle. I just looked at him calmly, pulled my phone from my pocket, and played the recording Julian had sent me. "...The Valence family's power? It'll be mine sooner or later. Daisy is just a spoiled princess. She'll never get out from under my thumb..." Lorenzo stared, the madness in his eyes fading into a deep, knotted frown.

"I'll succeed and give you the life you deserve." He worked like a madman. I was moved by his determination. I even helped him start his business. Step by step, he rose to the top, becoming the CEO of a publicly listed company. By the 66th proposal, I finally gave in to his persistence and sincerity and said yes. Who would've known that he'd suddenly tell me he wanted to have a child with Fiona, right before our wedding? I still couldn't wrap my head around it. It was true that Fiona and her mother had joined his family by the time he was an adult. There was no blood relation between them, but they were extremely close.

She was already making her wish list, and that included Devin, of all things, and that was something I couldn’t ever give her. I huffed. She’d seemed just fine with it before. If Charles hadn’t mentioned the castle, she would have never thought about it. What was worse, was that Charles had outright promised her everything on that list. He had plans that were so much bigger than anything I could plan between the kids she’d met at the fair, or whatever Charles called it, and everything else. Was it even a good idea to take her to the castle? Weren’t there My phone chirped again, and I saw a message from Eason. My Science Queen senses are tingling. Stop being an asshole.

We are here to discuss other matters. Political matters. I guess…. “So have you had a chance to think about everything?” he asks me, spinning his goblet slightly as he speaks. “Do you have questions?” “I’m not sure if I have questions or not. I’ve gone over everything you’ve told me a dozen times, and I guess I get most of it. I’m the only direct descendent of Darius Bleiz, so I guess that technically makes me a Luna. So I could be a threat to the Blacks. Why didn’t they just have me killed or something? That’s what they did to my dad, right?” I feel a pang in my chest and ignore it. I miss my dad so much.”

Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud. “Her descendent will be mated, to the son of the moon.’ HER descendent, not his. What was your mother’s last name, Madelyn, do you know?” As she reads the line, I feel that same zing, that same pull to the words. I am her descendent, even if I have no idea what that means. “My mother’s maiden name was Falkor.” “How very appropriate that the descendant of the Guardian of the People is mated to the son of a Guardian,” an ethereal voice says behind me.