Long Live Evil From Descendants Novels & Stories

John said. "Scar?" I questioned. Phil nodded and took off his shirt. His back was looking like it was smite with a hot iron. He wore his shirt back. "I swore never to talk about it again." "When did it happen?" I inquired trying to piece this puzzle together. "Twenty years ago before you were born. Julia wasn't a pure white wolf. But as you'd have it, the demon feeds on all descendants of white wolves and we crescents happen to be the only descendants left." Uncle Phil said.

They created a legacy that would be remembered for generations to come, a story of love and resilience that would inspire others to follow their hearts and break free from the constraints of tradition. Andrea, the Moon Goddess Descendant, found her true purpose not only in protecting the pack but also in redefining the concept of love and shaping the future of their supernatural world. Together with Jax and Rachel, she embraced her destiny and forged a path that would forever change the lives of werewolves and other supernatural beings.

"He said his name was... Alaric. But not the ghost. The one... who is alive." The ground beneath them shook again, but this time with a rhythmic pattern, like a giant heartbeat. From the direction of the ley line center at the temple ruins, a TOXIC GREEN LIGHT shot into the sky, and a voice, cold, commanding, and very much alive, echoed: "Siron. My descendant. I have come to take what is my birthright."

The ancient being's voice echoed around us. “His blood still exists.” Lyra stepped closer. “Who is he?” I could barely speak. “The House of Valen.” The Head Elder's face changed. “The royal council family?” I nodded. “Their bloodline survived.” Nikolai stared at the frozen image. “Then the betrayer's descendants are still alive.” “Yes.” “And they are close to the royal family." The ancient being spoke again. “Closer than you realize.” The vision shattered. We returned to the underground chamber.

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

Alba and Valerio had just received the genius direct descendants from the Fellowes family. There were only a hundred people on the team, and they were all very young, ranging from tens to hundreds of years old. In a big family like the Fellowes family, even if they did not have 10,000 direct descendants, there would be as many as 8,000 descendants. This was not including the collateral descendants. These more than one hundred people could be said to be the most essential part of the family and they were also the last hope of the Fellowes family.

“Ferals are not connected to the purebloods we’re in alliance with. They are another species entirely.” “Alora is right…Lord Varro is in Europe; he knows nothing of this and is currently unreachable. The ferals are no longer under the vampires' control and have been a separate breed for over a decade. We have known of their existence in small numbers, living as solitary creatures and spread thin over vast territory…Now they are concentrated in one place because...” My dad falters. A flicker of pain crosses his face as he visibly swallows and flexes his fingers as though fighting to get the word out. “Eve is controlling them.”

I thought Liv did that so the children could fly their dragons. It was a sad state of affairs that he found her frown adorable. He rubbed his finger lightly over it as if he could erase it when he didn’t really want to. He wanted to commit it to memory so when he pulled up images of her in his mind, it was there. “I felt the thread of evil twisting beneath the ground. The safeguards had been in place beneath the ground, yet evil tainted the soil. Liv couldn’t have done that. It had Darkness’s touch to it. I can recognize the signature of the master devils, the ones I’ve chased or encountered throughout the centuries. That had Darkness’s mark all over it.”

I lower my head in dejection. "None of us but the descendants of Ekon,the demon prince who once slaughtered the supernaturals from earth to establish the monopoly of demonic rule but the collective armies of wolves, witches and the human saints killed and banished him from earth.Since then we don't hear about the existence of demons on earth and we can't enter in their realm."Zurus's words comes like someone poured molten mercury in my ears. Here I am trying to keep Felicity out of my mess but the fucking destiny drags her in this supernatural swamp.

Just hollow space. What did he do to you, I thought, chest tight. What the hell did he do? “We’ll get her back,” George said. “And then we’ll fix whatever’s broken. You, me, Evie, the whole pack, we’ll put her back together.” “If there’s anything left,” I muttered. “There will be. She’s Freya. She’s tougher than Viktor Ashford. She’ll come through this.” I wanted to believe it so bad. But I’d seen the bodies. Seven descendants. All powerful. All prepared. All dead.