Long Live Evil From Descendants Novels & Stories

“What kind of things?” Kael’s voice lowered. “The kind powerful enough to destroy entire bloodlines.” Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Darius finally spoke again. “And the Black Wolf wants access.” “Yes.” The bond twisted sharply again. Fear this time. Not mine. Darius’s. Because if Kael was telling the truth, then this was bigger than war. Much bigger. Kael stepped farther into the room despite the blood loss clearly weakening him. “The Black Wolf spent years searching for surviving royal descendants. He thought they were extinct.” His eyes shifted toward me again. “Then he found out about her.”

The living book said: "These ones can. They have a scroll they use to control vampires. Roosevelt's queen was a witch that made his children and descendants vampires with demon blood and witch genes." Micha said to me: "Levi, this is all crazy. I'd suggest we close the book and rest. All we wanted to know was Roosevelt's plan. How come we're talking about his descendants now!" The living book said: "I'd advise you not to close the book. The name of Roosevelt's descendant who was the strongest and most powerful is Lucas Roosevelt, and I think he might still be alive. Let me tell you: King Lucas once annihilated the whole werewolf race all by himself. And without A dragon. He's a force to reck

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.

Vera pinched the bridge of her nose. “Apparently.” Thomas looked personally offended. “I've spent months risking my life for royalty without realizing it.” A few nervous laughs broke the tension. Even Kael almost smiled. Almost. Lucien stepped forward carefully. “The bloodline survived.” The realization carried genuine emotion. Hope. Wonder. Disbelief. His gaze remained fixed upon Kael. “The descendants of Ardyn never vanished.” Kael frowned. “My family ruled Nightbane for generations.” “Because the bloodline migrated north after the fall.”

His hands clawed at my wrist. And then I squeezed. His skull cracked under the pressure, and I felt his brain give way beneath my fingers. I dropped him and stepped back, surveying the carnage. Four traitors. Dead. My wolf was satisfied. I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked out. Ahhh, I bask in the feeling of the slaughter. This is who I truly am. Derek was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “It’s done,” I said. He nodded. “I’ll call the cleanup crew.”

My father touts proudly. “This is true...” Elder Arnold, one of my father’s most trusted advisers and friends, supports his argument. “We are looking at this all wrong. Alpha King Harmon is the Alpha King by birthright because of his bloodline. He is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. We all are, but his blood is the purest. Arianna’s blood is also pure. But there is another. Harmon had a sister. She died shortly after the Great War was won, but not before producing a male...Fenry Magnus of the Slick Paw Pack,” Elder Earnest of the Slick Paw Pack points out.

Isabelle did not sleep. She and Alexander met in secret now ,beneath the library, in crypts, in ancient tunnels he seemed to know all too well. Each encounter peeled back another layer of the city’s hidden truth. He revealed the Vale family’s legacy: watchers, sworn not to the Keepers,but to the flame itself. His ancestors had been both allies and betrayers. He carried guilt not only for his family’s past, but for the fact that he, too, had been chosen. “I didn’t want this for you,” he said one night, his voice raw.

At this time, Carvalho said, “Similarly, some people are extremely evil and vicious, but what is the end result? They not only lived an extremely good life from the beginning to the end, but their descendants were the same too! “This is just like the story about the old woman that I’ve just told you about. After her tragic death, her three sons ended up having a very good and lucky life. One of them was a very successful businessman, one of them became a warlord, and the other son worked very hard in Northvale. Their descendants ended up being well-known entrepreneurs. In this case, the good person did not even enjoy a single day of blessing, but those who committed evil ended up being bless

“To uplift the curse, one must drink the blood of the other and eternally become a human. If one dies before they can meet, there is an alternative way to break the oath. One must find the jar of the blood of the last Alpha and negotiate with him in the spirit domain.” When I closed the book, I saw a familiar face of a woman carved on it. I caressed it lightly, reminiscing why the woman looked implausibly familiar when I recalled the woman in the projection earlier. She was the owner of this book! Behind her was a prominent place. I squinted my eyes and narrowed them to look closely, only to find out it was the mansion we were living in right now. The flashbacks I saw earlier happened here i

Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”