King Of Hearts Descendants Novels & Stories

He is too hands-on for an Emperor. “Your Grace,” I curtsied in front of the King of Taphatia. I have read a lot of books about this Kingdom since yesterday and I can tell that I learned already how the system works here. Talaphatia was never conquered by anyone and so, Laurent and his sister are the direct descendants of the first royal family that established this Kingdom, just like the Wycliffe's until my father ruined everything. And now, I have to fight four more concubines to become the Empress of the Empire and prevent Helena from her plan to cut down the line of the Wycliffe from sitting on the throne.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

These people didn’t even smell like common wolves, their power was obvious. “You belong to royalty?” I asked. “Yes.” What in the world?! Am I in trouble?… How did they even find me and what do they want with me? I looked down at my son, asleep peacefully in my arms. Last I remembered, I was a commoner and not in relation to any royal member. “What do you want?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “Thé Alpha King has summoned his son.” The words hit me like a slap. Alpha King? His Son? Perhaps they were joking. I let out a small bitter laugh but their faces remained deadly serious.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

He laughed, a dark, hollow sound. He turned toward the Elders, raising my hand high as if showing off a prize he intended to throw away. "I, Nathan Blackwood, heir to the Blood Moon Pack, refuse this gift!" he roared. The air felt like it was being sucked out of my lungs. "I reject you, Daisy," he said, looking back at me with eyes full of hate. "I reject you as my mate. I reject you as my Luna. You are nothing to me but a mistake in my bloodline."

The hybrids’ abilities were not just for show; they were the foundation of their society, their power and strength. The kingdom thrived under the rule of the Alexander family, who were descendants of Delula. However, not all was peaceful within the royal lineage. When King Alexander, the grandfather of Princess Naomi, passed away, the kingdom faced a turning point. Princess Naomi was crowned queen, a decision that did not sit well with her younger brother, Keith Alexander. Keith believed he was more deserving of the throne and resented his sister’s ascension. His ambition and jealousy festered over the years, leading to a tragic betrayal.

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.

"Several high-ranking members of the king's council grew jealous of his power and his ability to always stay one step ahead of any threats. They orchestrated a coup, and in the chaos that followed, the kingdom divided into separate packs." I tried to process what he was telling me. It sounded like something from a fantasy novel, not something that could be part of my own history. "The royal family was thought to be wiped out during the rebellion," he continued. "But a few survived, going into hiding, changing their names, blending in with normal werewolves. Your great-grandfather was King Alaric's youngest son, just a child when the kingdom fell. He was smuggled out by loyal servants." Tobia

Benedict Wade Lafayette, my flesh, and blood. Benedict and I grew up as antagonists, just like our fathers, the original Lafayette brothers. They both wanted to be the alpha of our pack but my grandfather chose my uncle for that because he had a pure heart, and in retaliation, my father became a devoted follower of the dark king in hopes to take revenge on his pack but that didn't work out after that fucker Wyatt killed them. Years later, a few devoted members of the Dark King approached me, they selected me as their leader. We were working on restoring the dark wolves to their glory.

Just like the royal family, but with only one of each generation being born to wield magic and as the only girl of the family, I was born with it. You might wonder why me and not my brother Caspian. I was born with a unique trait, Sapphire eyes, and I’m also a direct descendant of the Count himself, Count Vladimir Dracula. Anyone might think the Royal Family should be the descendants of the Count, but they’re not; it’s us. So why am I a direct descendant and not the king? That’s because I have eyes that look like rocks. Mother used to say I have diamonds as eyes that earned me the Diamond of the kingdoms?