The Descendants Novels & Stories

His regular breathing gives off a calm atmosphere. Last night, the two siblings, who had been separated for twelve years, really let go of their longing, dominated by stories about Damien's life experiences since he first became a vampire, until he could become one of the vampire nobles like now. Michelle now knows who Juliette Abigail is, the woman who claims to be the giver of eternal life to Damien. The woman is the last descendant of Dracula, an older race of vampires. Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire.

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.

Amber says and Jarret begins to protest. "Shut up and allow me to save you" Amber screams at her dying mother. "Shut up child. I don't have much time left" "It pains me to say this but I am not your mother," Jarret says as Amber looked at her confused. "I don't understand mamma," Amber says. "Shut up and listen to me. You are Princess Anderson Mendenhall. you are the rightful heir to the throne. Your parents are Jonah and Aries Mendenhall" Jarret says as Amber couldn't find the words to say.

Mom and Dad celebrated my brother's birthday with luxury and also by inviting all Willis. The treasure my mother's parents left behind was a lot. There will never be seven derivatives. My mother was a descendant of knights from the famous noble family, the Gibson family. As for dad, he's just a human being from a simple family who has no descendants of knights or hunters. Those who do not have such a lineage, are considered weak and very easy to destroy. But that's just an old-fashioned thought. For now, those who have children or not, coexist peacefully without any more strife and debate.

“Wait a minute. What do you mean Chris and Rae’s powers? I thought you were referring to us.” “Chris isn’t one of us. Well, he isn’t one of you but he is sort of like Rae, Talon, and me.” “What does that mean?” “We are descended from Gods.” I go as still as a statue. “As in actual Gods?” “Yes.” “You are a descendant of a creation of a god. I am a descendant of a creation and the Goddess herself.” “That makes Rae..” “Yes. She is Selene’s great great great great..well, you get the point, granddaughter.”

’ ‘What do you mean I’m… WE are descendants of Andra and Anu? ‘You didn’t know that?’ ‘Really? If I did do you think I would be surprised?’ ‘I guess not. Well, yeah Andra and Anu had pups before the coronation. We are descended from the oldest. The first female Alpha.’ ‘HOLY SHAT! Are you ser-‘

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

The revelation was too much to take in, and Kimberly felt like her whole world was being turned upside down. Levi's voice was laced with a mix of nostalgia and longing as he continued his story. "She was from a descendant of powerful witches," he said, his eyes gazing off into the distance. "And I was a werewolf, a descendant of the primordials. The first and the most powerful werewolves to ever exist."

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.