Fanfiction Descendants Novels & Stories

“You were always fated to being together. No matter what anyone did or what happened, you were always going to find each other. I know that you often thought you weren’t going to find your mate, Callan, but there was nothing that was very going to stop you from finding her.” I let out a deep breath, taking in everything that Catherine had just told us. “So, if there are other descendants of the guardian wolves, what does that mean?” I asked, and I could feel Lela pacing in my head. She seemed to be trying to understand how all of these details fit together, just as I was.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

By the time the first grandchild was born—cord thick as rope, wailing loud enough to shake windows—the bloodline had already begun its quiet conquest. Sarah and her husband watch from the afterlife as their descendants populate the world. Dead but not gone, they linger in the spaces between breaths, between heartbeats. The veil is thin where the blood runs strong. Sarah watches as the first grandchild grows—taller, faster, more than any child should be. The boy climbs trees with effortless grace, snaps a wolf's neck with bare hands when it corners him at seven. Her husband exhales—or the ghost of one—against her spectral neck.

And here I was, finally so close to what I had wanted since I was Seventeen and a nerdy loser who had no friends and only bullies who made fun of my dragon and me. I had spent almost closer to two decades for this, and no one was going to stand in my way. Nobody was going to stop me from attaining my destiny — our destiny. We would raise above everyone who destroyed our power, our legacy, but when I was done with it, they would see me for who I was. I didn't want the crown to be the Queen. I wanted the crown to be their nightmare. After years of tracking down the descendents of Azura, and the descendents of the three daughters, I had learned that only the female descendents inherit the powe

Professor Faren sighed and glanced behind me, up towards the sky. "All dark elf descendants are born with a dark signature," he began to explain. I nodded, understanding that much from a few close calls when my mother and I were on the run. "Most descendants have unique birthmarks, others have a sublime control over dark magic since birth. A few such as yourself and your father, are born with a dark mind. Split in two by your parents' dominant genes," he explained. I scratched my head, feeling a little ache hitting my forehead. "Can you say all that you just said in a less sophisticated term," I said, rubbing my head.

Sixteen is an awkward age. He nods toward the pages, his green eyes meeting mine. That’s the only trait I inherited from him. His blond hair is a million shades lighter than the dark, curly locks I got from Mom. “Those are some faraway lands. You take leaving the people you’ll once rule over so lightly.” “Mom literally ran away to a ship, where she sailed to a whole new kingdom,” I argue. “Why can’t I?” His gaze softens, and I can tell he’s picturing Mom in his mind. He always gets like that when he thinks of his mate, with a smile that grows fondly.

she inquired. “A lot. They’ve been watching both of us for a long time. Anyways, back to the hunters. The hunters were created to eradicate a line of people. It’s called the Esther line. Over the years, several lines of shifters, including vampires, were created and failed to do it. You and I are both direct descendants of our specific line of hunters. Jonas is a direct descendant of Esther.” I moved my hand up her back to cup the back of her neck so I could pull her down a little until her forehead was against mine. “He’s the last of Esther’s line. Just like you, me, and Galen are the last of our lines. I recently found out that the attack that took my parents' lives also left several child

The son of Nyx is chosen among the vampires, who would be the descendants of Cain, since an ancestor of Abel managed to redeem himself before his ancestors, during ages of carnage, due to countless conflicts. There were numerous accusations that both sides did not accept peace, so the children and supposed descendants looked for their ancestors who said they were trapped in a war in the desert sands, among them trapped in another dimension. The wars were more than bloody, between the invasions and the looting of cities that were protected by both sides, their blood and sweat were spread across the sands, due to the great migrations, in addition to the great navigations. It turns out that a d

“What does any of this have to do with me?” Jade's expression softened just enough to unsettle me. “You, my dear, are her descendant. A direct heir to her legacy. And your mate, Draven… he’s the other half of a broken destiny. The two of you—your power—aren’t just rare. They’re ancient. Born of one whole… divided across time.” My hands trembled slightly as I exhaled. “This is the second time someone’s fed me this prophecy crap… but that reminds me of something.”

His regular breathing gives off a calm atmosphere. Last night, the two siblings, who had been separated for twelve years, really let go of their longing, dominated by stories about Damien's life experiences since he first became a vampire, until he could become one of the vampire nobles like now. Michelle now knows who Juliette Abigail is, the woman who claims to be the giver of eternal life to Damien. The woman is the last descendant of Dracula, an older race of vampires. Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire.