The Descendants Novel Novels & Stories

"And for heaven's sake, try to look like you belong here. This isn't the slums anymore." "I don't belong here, Mom," Brianna muttered. "We’re just the new ornaments for Declan’s collection." "Declan is a good man. He’s providing for us. You will show him respect, and you will stay out of Dawson’s way. He’s the alpha of this house, and he doesn’t take kindly to outsiders." Brianna looked out the window. She had heard of Dawson Van Doren. Everyone had. He was the ruthless heir to a shipping empire, a man known for tearing competitors apart without blinking.

The building was one of the tallest and most luxurious buildings, with more than 200 floors and a design that stood as a testament to the sheer power and influence of the Blackwood Consortium. From the moment he stepped foot here, Julian felt a strange sense of belonging, maybe it was because he was stepping back into a world that had always been his. But at the same time, there was also an unease at the pit of his stomach. It scared him, knowing that he wasn’t just returning as an heir. He was stepping into a battlefield. His enemies, along with those who harmed his family, or even those who simply harbored resentment for the Blackwood family for whatever reason, would now see him as a ta

Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren played around its roots while our many descendants stood with us. I reached out with my power and touched the earth one final time. There was nothing left of the old darkness. Only rich, peaceful soil and endless new life remained. “You are gone,” I whispered. “And we remain.” As the sun set, painting Thornwood in brilliant gold and crimson, we gathered on the highest battlements. Our descendants spread out below us, laughing and alive. I stood between my three mates, their arms around me, the bond humming with warmth, strength, and everlasting peace.

“There seems to be no apparent pattern. How long would it take you to run a list of names through your genealogy database, Eliza?” She answered confidently, quickly. “Not but a few minutes. Tres helped me made an easily searchable database that allows me to put in sever search queries at once.” Eliza rose from the sofa and raced down the hallway, shouting, “I’ll be right back,” over her shoulder. Romero cleared her throat. “Robert, do you mean to tell me that you think someone may be specifically targeting the descendants of gods?” “That may very well be the case, but we’ll know for sure as soon as Eliza runs the names through the database she has been compiling of all known descendants.”

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

- Darius stepped out of the shower, taking his towel from the hanger drying his wet skin, he moved in front of the mirror staring into it, he couldn't remember the last time he felt at home, many people would kill to live in a mansion but no one truly knows how lonely and empty one could be, sometimes the best company is yourself but people are what makes a home, unfortunately, the people who lived here didn't know the first thing about a home or family. End Of Chapter 9: Broken & Home -

To add, Alise doesn’t know her way around this mansion. Alise decided to act mature and just deal with it. She had to remember they saved her from danger. If Joshua didn’t save her, Alise would have been dead. But because of that, she didn’t understand why they didn’t save her grandmother. After all, she still is part of the Ambroise Family. Alise crawled out of the blanket and stepped out of the room. Randy flashed her a smile, knowing it was a pain to listen to others. On the other hand, Alise was distracted by her surroundings. The interior is stunning. It is not what she expected.

The book was bigger than I thought and covered more subjects than I thought it would. I hoped that the book and the book on vampires didn’t contradict. If they did, which was right? I reached the section about the packs and the lines of the packs and got to the New Moon Pack. I could have never imagined that this was all more complicated than I first thought. New Moon descendants seemed to be closer to vampires than werewolves. It seemed like they were some other kind of vampire or some other kind of werewolf, but their mates were mirrors of them.

"When you've got your hands on it, your identity is recognized. We do not accept robbery or give invitations. No matter what the status, the letter will be canceled. So, see you 15 days later," Only a little notice forced them to go a long way. Hana increasingly didn't understand what these people wanted to do after all. She followed the guide back up the carriage. But her intuition told her someone was looking at her without taking her eyes off her. "It's her," Deskington whispered through the glass door. "Very much like her mother," The person next to him nodded and replied, "It's Lady Violet's daughter, the last descendant of the red Alpha clan," "If she dies, will Violet hate me?" Deskin

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.