The Descendants Novels & Stories

Luxury and wealth would definitely sway the Youngs! "That…" Hearing the threat in Harold's voice, Melvin and the elders fell silent. The Youngs only had two families of direct descendants. The first was Elder Young and Gilbert's line, the second was Melvin and Jonah's line. Other than the direct descendants, the rest of them were vassals and indirect descendants. In the modern world, wealth and money trumped everything! To those who were not direct descendants, the direct descendants relied on the Young Group to give them a life of wealth and luxury. That was why they served the Youngs so diligently!

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?

For the first time our spirits burned singular as one creature split irrevocably no longer but sealed perfectly whole. No words passed between us three with voices or even glances. Where our essences brushed, communion flowed swifter and surer than clumsy speech. Vera's grave features softened, seeing the transformation etched in our auras clear as any visible sign. "Behold sacred prophecy realised - the fated union reborn!" Her ringing cry brought answering howls from the distant pack, joyful chants of blessing raining down upon us. We are the Descendants of the First Twin Mates. And we'll Carry the prophecy as willed.

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

"I am not on Rudolf's side Alistair. I want to talk about their future. I think Xylon was right, they are the future of our race. And I know that we can only allow a select few to become panthers. Right now that is an easy thing to control. I've been told the women you have here are just a small percentage of the descendents of the survivors. Is there any accounting of how many there are?" "Carr has some Omegas working on it. They've been researching all the descendents, trying to identify them, and then find them. They're spread out all over the United States and Canada, a few in South America, and even a few in Europe I've heard." Frankly, he was relieved to discuss the women with Sandalio

“No, I am a many times removed descendant of a deity.” “Like gives birth to like, you are a deity babe,” Damien says. “And don't sell yourself short. From what you said, each descendant is stronger than the last. You are powerful. Oh, Willow must be out of her mind to have pulled a stunt like this and also losing you,” Fredja crows. “Yeah, she must be very disappointed,” I say.

Uncle Astor explained to us as he searched the book he had retrieved earlier. "What do you believe?" I asked Uncle Astor directly. "Here," he stopped at a page in the book and turned it to use to peruse. "Acient history says that they are descendants of Selene and protectors of our kind. They are very unique species with incomprehensible abilities. I believe they exist but in varying forms, some are hybrids. " Uncle Astor explained part of our findings in the old library. In the book was one of the descendants. "Isolde,"

“King Ailduin, this is Cayden Holstin. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve found several dragon descendants and we’re going to be meeting with them shortly to explain to them what they are and what it means to be descended from dragons.” “How many?” he asks. “Four. And they’re from all four lines of dragons.” “Even the Ddraig line?” he asks. “Yes, and I wanted to ask you about that,” Cayd says, looking up at me. “I’m on my way. It will take me an hour if Anastasia runs in wolf form and I run with her,” he says, and I can hear that he’s moving. “King Ailduin, do we need to be concerned? Torin, that’s the descendant from the Ddraig line, seems more of a fighter than the others.”

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

One of the workers unfolded the nearest bundle carefully before freezing completely. His expression changed instantly. “What?” Jax asked. The engineer handed me the paper silently. It was a list of names. Families. Locations. My chest tightened immediately when I realized what I was looking at. Records of descendants. Hidden descendants. The royal bloodline never disappeared after the kingdom collapsed. It scattered. Jax moved closer again while I kept reading. “Oh, this keeps getting worse.” One section near the bottom had been marked differently from the others. Black ink circled the final names repeatedly like whoever wrote it considered them important.