Long Live Evil From Descendants Novels & Stories

At first all we got was static. Then a burst of music blasted through the speaker, followed by a cheerful male voice that made my skin crawl instantly. “—and what a dramatic turn this Hunting Season has taken!” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Ugh. The live hosts.” But nobody told Odin to turn it off. Because as disgusting as it was, the live commentary was one of the few ways to know what was happening across the game field. The host kept talking, his tone bright and fake-excited: “This year really is full of surprises! Camila’s alliance just took one of the biggest losses of the day after a carrion hound attack in the western ravine!”

Malvina's eyes widened, but she had been expecting this, all right, Sergio would have to find out about her condition sooner or later, but honestly, she was waiting for later. -Adam told you, didn't he? -Good part," he admitted, "and the rest I deduced. But still, I want to hear it from you. -Yes, we are descendants of an ancient Kaxal clan who managed to master their instincts and develop without needing human blood. and develop without the need for human blood. -That's why your niece didn't seem to mind being among wolves and vampires- she deduced. The problem: he had deduced wrong.

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

she almsot mumbled and Dante banked his foot off the back wall and thrust his body far enough up the book shelf to grab the book and bring it down with him. “Calix has kept a record of the Triad’s attempts to eradicate wolves from Earth for a long time and he passed it down through his bloodline.” Mj began to shake her head no and Dante only nodded in response, “Yes baby...the holocaust was an attempt to wipe wolves from the planet, but since Hitler was only working with the Triad he killed humans and wolves alike.”

Malen inclined her head in a greeting, her hand already starting to move in a quiet welcome. “You’re late,” Solenne said, her voice echoing faintly. It wasn’t a reproach; it was simply an observation. “We came as soon as the bell rang,” Kieran replied. Solenne’s fingers moved over a sigil interface. A map appeared in hovering light above the table. Rough plains, broken cliffs and a winding valley carved into the earth like an old scar. “Location: Eloir Valley, which is remote, sparsely populated, and with no outposts nearby. Three days ago, a villa was annihilated. An entire family has been massacred.”

She looked at each one of them who all looked awkward and distant. Venus gritted her teeth and said once more, “What. Is. Wrong.” Ris took a deep breath and said, “The darkness on the Black Porch suddenly whispered—something that has never happened before—that you are a descendant of… Giris Druiksa.” Shad added, “Everyone in this country already considers you very dangerous.” “And, of course they are very, very shaken,” said Virzash. However, Venus was many times more shaken than the whole country.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

He had been on his side all along. "I'm sorry, bro. I'm just in distress." Matt tapped Toffee's shoulder and asked for a shot. He pitied his friend, just like he pitied himself. They had lived in hell after coming out of that cave 15 years ago. They were college friends. Toffee had been living alone. Up until now, he hadn't found his mate. He was like him, trapped in this curse of never-ending agony and loneliness.

"As we have already told you earlier, whoever took your brother wished to use him to bring your mother back to life and who else do you think was capable of doing such feat but a necromancer?" "But why would he do that? What would they gain out from it?" "Because Delicia is no ordinary woman. She is our young mistress from Mystic Muses and the only direct descendant of Goddess Lilith. She is supposed to be in training to become the next sect leader. But the next time we heard from her she already started a family. Later on, we found out she went missing after giving birth to you. The only thing we know is that she came to find a man who practice soul arts and we never heard back from her aga