Novel & Cerita Villain Descendants

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

“He wants power. Legacy. Control.” “And vengeance,” I add. “He’s been testing, tracking, and hunting descendants of royal bloodlines to find out which ones are strong enough to stand in his way. That’s why he kept Korra alive. That’s why he hunted me.” “Because of your lineage,” Miyuki says. “The Darvosi family.” Korra nods. “The Darvosi bloodline is one of the few that can challenge the Vilamir legacy. That’s why we’re threats. And that’s why he’s been so desperate to destroy us.”

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

He’s willing to do everything just to take down Avissar. The Desaix Family has a palace. They had a happy and perfect family but their parents died. Vladimir, the eldest Desaix is a family-oriented man. When their parents died, he became more calculative of everything, including his actions. He’s the smartest of the siblings. His penchant for strategies and forming contingencies way ahead of time. Lilia, the middle Desaix was envied by women. She’s very classic. Their youngest is Avissar Desaix, the most badass in their family. However, he knows how to keep his words. He’s the first half vampire and half werewolf. They have different accents from the rest of the species.

This meant pure Galerian for me, all the way. I squeezed my dad's hand and smiled. "Dad, how did you know about the direct descendants? " I asked. That was the thing he failed to tell me, and I needed to know. He smiled back at me, his light blue eyes glowing with adoration. "It was passed down, honey. If a descendant is born, they should know the real deal. The direct descendants steered clear from The Pillars as much as possible, and I never wanted to be part of a group that upholds false pretenses. It's not a right thing to live for. They knew my true nature, much to the extent of bribing me with things beyond my wildest dream. Their intentions were pure and simple; to use me against the

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.

The wind carried the acrid stench of smoke from distant wildfires - harbingers of the unholy purge yet to come. Out there somewhere, surrounded by those who would defile the sanctity of my lineage's ascendance, was my heir growing in the enemy's womb. My firstborn, the continuation of the Blackwood legacy...and the bastard mongrel Damien somehow held a part in the conspiracy against me. No quarter would be shown, no realm left unturned until every last stain had been scoured from this defiled place. I would tear down the celestial firmament itself if that's what it took to reclaim what was mine by cosmic right.

“What kind of things?” Kael’s voice lowered. “The kind powerful enough to destroy entire bloodlines.” Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Darius finally spoke again. “And the Black Wolf wants access.” “Yes.” The bond twisted sharply again. Fear this time. Not mine. Darius’s. Because if Kael was telling the truth, then this was bigger than war. Much bigger. Kael stepped farther into the room despite the blood loss clearly weakening him. “The Black Wolf spent years searching for surviving royal descendants. He thought they were extinct.” His eyes shifted toward me again. “Then he found out about her.”

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

“What does this mean for her now? Why is someone threatening her?” “Because Stephanie is the last living descendant of the Aragon bloodline,” Damien said. “Your mother’s side was hunted for decades. Not just for their wealth, but for what they knew. What they protected. Some say they had access to classified vaults, ancient inheritance, even military secrets. Others say it was something else entirely. Power that couldn’t be bought.” Valeria felt her throat go dry. “So… this isn’t about me. It’s about her.” Damien nodded grimly. “Someone wants to erase the last trace of that bloodline. And they’re willing to kill for it.”