Villain Descendants Novels & Stories

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

The shadows around the chamber trembled again. Not violently this time. Grieving. Eleanor suddenly understood something horrifying. The heirs were not descendants in the normal sense. They were continuations. Fragments of the original Hollow King passed down through blood and darkness and memory. Each generation carrying pieces of the first weapon inside them. The loneliness. The hunger. The rage. All inherited. All engineered. Alaric looked exhausted suddenly. Not physically. Existentially. Like a man discovering his entire existence had been designed by monsters wearing divine faces.

Xander raised one eyebrow, "why him?" The spy smiled slightly, "their eldest son refused to join and is currently serving time in a dungeon for insubordination." "What about Luciad's family? Do you have any evidence that they are also involved in the organization?" The blue-eyed man in front of Xander seemed to let out a long sigh, "they are the direct descendants of the alpha wolves who committed mass murder in the era of your late grandfather's leadership, sir." "But how is that possible? Didn't my grandfather get rid of all their descendants?"

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

She had a sense of steel-like perseverance and would never do anything to betray Darryl. Dax took a deep breath before saying, "Don't try to stand up for Yvette anymore at this point, Chester. When the New World shifted, and Janson's grave reemerged, the entire Nine Continents found out that Janson had been one of the fiend folks, and everyone from the New World Royals, including Yvette, was a fiend descendant. "By the bond of her ancestors' blood, it's no surprise that Yvette became allies with the fiend race."

“We let him think he’s ahead. Let him build his alliances, his empire. And when he’s at his peak, we bring it all crashing down.” Keith grins, following me out of the room. “Classic Zack.” “Always,” I reply. Marcellus might be ambitious, but ambition without caution is a death sentence.

How he survived by consuming blood of lineages. How Valentina drank his blood as a child. How she inherited something worse than immortality- The hunger for control. The thirst for dominance. And the ability to twist human souls into weapons. And worst of all… Her obsession with the progenitor line. Vlad’s descendants. My fingers froze on a paragraph: “A child born of Vlad’s last surviving blood will wield power enough to free me from this curse.” Vlad. Vlad the Impaler. The original. The true father of the Vampyre bloodline.

Together with the disappearance of the fairy goddess, the heart of magic perished. “You are from the Yngvirds right?” he suddenly stiffened at the mention of the family name. “H-how did you?” his eyes tremble, does this villain already know everything and that he is just waiting for them to take the bait. “Well, you have the same stench of your ancestor, I don’t know of the direct bloodline, but you have a resemblance to one of his brothers.” He is spouting nonsense that he could grasp of the current situation.

said the king. "You are a descendant of one of the purest lineages and founders of our Coven," said Maxon. "That explains everything," said the king. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "For centuries, our lineages have been the most powerful within our Coven until your mother was born, and now you are the only descendant. Therefore you are the last of the Vallentys Lineage," said the king. "I don't understand. Did someone murder my family?" I asked with fear.