King Charming Descendants Novels & Stories

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

Roy Ways, a 20-year-old young man who was most likely the leader of the participants from the Kingdom of Wilhelm, said. Keen widened his eyes and immediately turned to Kharel with a questioning look. Kharel sighed and was forced to explain, "My maternal grandmother was a princess of the Kingdom of Wilhelm. So, of course, my grandmother's father was my great-grandfather." Keen was silent for a moment and finally began to understand. The young man then smiled crookedly, "Kharel, you are truly extraordinary. Your bloodline ... my goodness, it's a mixture of extraordinary people." Kharel just rolled his eyes at his friend's words.

The day he proposed marriage, Chantelle warned him about her family. She told him about the Gaians and their Gifted descendants. She told him about how her lineage traced back to an ancient half-blooded goddess, whose life in that other world ended in tragedy at the betrayal of one she considered her own son. She said that all the Romina women in their family were expected to bear Gifts similar to that of their progenitor. Those who were not born Gifted could not inherit their ancestor’s token—Lady Carlessi’s diary, as Gregory knew now.

didn't exactly translate to minimal side effects for him. Charmaine came from a lineage of purebloods: the van den Hovens, a noble Dutch family. He, on the other hand, was a half-blood, which meant his bodily functions and immune system remained predominantly human. If he took her medications, it might give him more than an upset stomach or a pesky headache. While the tension in his skull worsened, Jenson rearranged the stacks of paperwork on his office desk. A new folder caught his attention for a moment.

"I waited until the time was right. Until your mates were born and returned to curse them." "Oh, and as for how you are my descendant," she added, her voice not shaky anymore and confident. "I had a child, remember? Your father is from the Crescent Pack. He is my descendant. While your mother came from the Noxian Pack... the one that went extinct, and later joined the Crescent Pack. That's how you came to be." "The witch trait was lost in the bloodline... until you," she said to Kira, a strange admiration in her voice. "You are the only one who inherited it. A hybrid. First of your kind."

His wife, Queen Charis did not possess these powers but his children did and he was willing to shape them into the kind of people he desired them to be, they were his descendants, he wanted to leave his mark on the sands of time so that generations to come would tremble when they spoke of him and his lineage. He had fought his way through thick and thin even as a child to rise to prominence, there were scars on his body to prove. He had killed the ruler of Salvador and chosen it as a home base. He stared a into vanity mirror, he removed his crown from his head and twirled the ring on his finger, “It would be a long process but they will learn eventually”, he smiled shrewdly, “I have worked s

I stared blankly. “Queen Delia’s throne still has a successor.” He straightened up and looked me in the eye. Really? I thought Lizette was the successor? “You, my dear little magic rat, are Crown Princess Karen Anne Elizabeth of the House of Lucevkin. And as you know from that book, that dynasty stretches back for over seventeen centuries! You’re as blue blooded as they come... Even more so than my own House. I think it’s a record actually…” I could see Conor look up at me with an odd look on his face. I stared at King Zachary like he was insane. He’s got to be lying to me. This can’t possibly be true. He is just an arrogant jerk! How mean to make fun of me and humiliate me in front of this

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!

Charlene could finally call herself a princess. Not the fairytale kind—but a warrior born of legacy. A direct descendant of the Queen, the First Spear. The bloodline flowed in her now. Her skin still tingled from the mark. Her heart thundered in her chest like war drums. She couldn’t wait to tell her father everything. The dream. The gift. The blade. And yet—when she had the chance, her voice cracked, and the truth clung to the back of her throat.

And Alexander, the oldest of the brood, charmed all with his quick wit and mischievous grin, his laughter a melody that echoed through the castle halls. As Julius and Star looked upon their descendants, the legacy of their love and leadership, they knew that the future of the kingdom was secure in the hands of the next generation. The bond that bound them together, forged in the fires of duty and tempered by the trials of life, would endure for generations to come, a legacy of love and unity that would stand the test of time.