Fanfiction Descendants Novels & Stories

My boys might be holding up just fine for now, but there's no telling how long they'll last, especially with the full moon coming. She sighs and shakes her head slowly. " Why don't you tell them what she is? Maybe that way, it'll be easier for them to keep their promise.” I shake my head. " That's not what she is. It's just an assumption and you know that. Besides, the last surviving heir of that bloodline died over a century ago. How come she's a descendant?” " You know how, Holden. You are just trying to hope there are other alternatives. But between you and I, there isn't any."

Our unshakeable foundation. From rejected omega to grandmother of divine Guardians. From broken to unbreakable. From alone to surrounded by family. What a journey it had been. What a life I’d lived. What a legacy we’d built. And the best part? It wasn’t over. The story continued. My grandchildren would write new chapters. Their children after them. Each generation adding to the tale. The Silvermoon saga. Still being written. Still evolving. Still proving that love and determination could overcome anything. Always. Forever. Eternally.

Most of it sounds like fantasy-novel garbage, but some things make my skin crawl with recognition. The First Blood. The Ancients. Children of the moon and stars who walked the earth before humans learned to make fire. According to one website that looks like it was made in 1995, they were the original supernatural beings. Gods, almost. They created other species as servants: werewolves to hunt, vampires to feed, witches to work magic. But something went wrong. The servants rebelled. The Ancients disappeared, leaving only their mixed-blood descendants scattered across the world. Descendants like me. I'm reading about ancient rituals when someone knocks on my door.

It turned my stomach to see my ancestors listed like assets on a balance sheet. "Venus was the first," I said, a sharp, bitter lump forming in my throat that made it hard to swallow. "And every single generation since then has been a repeat of the same sick cycle. You’re the wolf that needs to be settled, and I’m the cage that holds you together. That’s the 'Venus' legacy, Darius. It’s not a psychic loop or a soulmate bond. It’s a parasitic relationship that’s been draining my family to keep yours sane for a hundred years."

Drăculești is a covenant the blood remembers whether or not the church rewrites the book. I will not march Dennise out as Dracula’s offspring, I will let the rumor learn to walk. I will let enemies say it to make themselves feel brave, then I will make them right enough to choke. I, as the Progenitor, will rule. And I will smile because she is predictable. Elders confuse legacy for love.

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

“She may think that the Philosopher's Stone is a suitable item for you. To help everyone in this world, to destroy all the evil and pain that torments the world, and above all, to destroy the Sorcery.” Liam clenched his fists. Heath shrugged his shoulders. “Don't forget that you too, will have twins soon. And they both are Lycan descents. Your daughter will be the destined mate of a Lycan, and your son will be the future leader of Almandine.” “Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred years from now, they will probably still need you. Not just them, but your grandchildren… your great-grandchildren…” Heath paused for a moment. "Your descendants that she will never be able to meet in her lifet

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.