The Descendants Novel Novels & Stories

I just stood in the shadows for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of my mom crying downstairs and the low, calm rumble of Chadwick’s voice. "How did I even get here?" I said to myself. I stripped off my ruined clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red, trying to wash away the smell of that basement, the feeling of Miguel’s fingers on my chest, and the heat of the explosion. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I still felt dirty. I felt like the fire had left a layer of ash on my soul that would never come off. Did Chadwick really kill those people? He's a ki

"Andy? Didn't you have important work to do today?" Andy looked completely calm as he introduced Jane. "This is Jane Brooke, daughter of the Shadow Pack's Alpha. She had ordered a custom-made ring here, so I came with her to pick it up." I glanced at the ring. The huge diamond shone brilliantly from every angle. Jane raised an eyebrow at me, the provocation clear in her eyes. "You must be Milly Gomez. Andy told me about you. You're an orphan." Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and my heart completely flatlined in my chest. Jasper, Declan and Silas Kensington formed a wall around my desk. Jasper stood tall and broad, radiating an intense authority, Declan leaned against the bookshelf, wearing a knowing smirk that promised chaos and Silas was like a statue, his icy silver eyes completely dead and calculating as he stared down at me. “Mrs. Gable,” Jasper said, his deep voice filling up the quiet room. He didn’t even look away from me. The elderly librarian took one look at the three brothers then dropped her entire cart of reference books, turned on her sensible heels and scurried out of the aisle, abandoning me without a second thought. Every

My stomach twisted as I read the last note: killing the cursed was often the only way to end the curse. I closed the book and exhaled sharply. I refused to accept that. I chose to believe there was a way to break the curse affecting my mates without anyone dying. Maybe the descendants of the witch could help. Maybe there was a way to undo it without ending lives. I allowed myself a small hope, a tiny spark in the midst of all this fear. Determined, I decided to look for anyone who could be connected to the witches, anyone who might know the history and the descendants. I slipped out of my room, moving quietly through the fortress, searching for clues.

She knew about the Descendants of Selene? I eased up a little from André’s grasp and looked at her intensely. “You know about the Descendants? What happened to Maria… I mean, my mother.” The lady shook her head sadly, and a single tear dropped from her eyes. “It is a sad tale indeed. I worked for your family for years until they were wiped out.” Hearing it again from her didn’t make it any better, and I felt sorrow—the same type I had felt back in that abandoned mansion. Although I already knew, I decided to play the innocence card.

Isabella asked from the far end of the table and Vael turned his focus on her. “Yes I do.” “Where?.” Naria asked this time around, Vael relaxed in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table. Isaiah has been silent since we came to the temple, no words just carefully observing and I appreciated that, for now, any murder plans are being put on hold. “ The fourth descendant can be found in the Mount Nýxmir— The shadowed peak of reflection,” He started, his gaze sweeping across our faces.

Tobias looked at me with a quirked eyebrow, “You already know?” he said. “Yeh, I already know. The Origin Alpha, right? That fucking treacherous line of egotistical morons. Gill’s descendants have been trying to snag a daughter of Selena for generations. Came close at one point, but they never succeeded in joining the lines” I snarled.

— I murmured. I turned the book over to see who the author was, but there was no name. The printing of the book was dated ********. — Cronnos, do you know anything about the descendants of the Moon Goddess? — I asked the fleabag. He stopped dancing, looking thoughtful. - In truth no. I've never heard anything like it,” he replied. I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said: The true form of the descendants of the Moon. Below was a drawing of a wolf with snow-white fur and eyes shining like amethysts.

says Brent. “Oh come on,” says Damion, exasperated, “The suspense is killing me. Spill the beans already.” Brent looks at Lilia and then Lilia looks at Tyrus and Damion, “It’s me. I am the descendant.” There is pin-drop silence in the room as Damion and Tyrus gape at Lilia open-mouthed. Lilia knows that they are finding it hard to believe. When it comes to it, she herself couldn’t completely believe it yet.

The moment Jaine spoke about this sunken kingdom, her heart started to beat rapidly. “Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.”