Villain Descendants Novels & Stories

“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.

“We now know why. They’ve been rebuilding in complete secrecy. And they have a new leader.” The screen showed a man in his thirties — sharp features, cold intelligence, and eyes that carried the same calculating gleam as Seraphina’s. “Dr. Adrian Voss,” Elena continued. “Damien’s cousin on his mother’s side. We thought the entire branch was wiped out years ago. He’s been deep undercover within The Phantom Council for over a decade. He’s the one who perfected the genetic markers.” Damien’s hand found the small of my back, steadying me. Another blood relative. Another ghost from the past rising to claim our children.

“What did you do to him?” I turned my head slowly. “I sealed him into his own blood.” He stared at me, confused. “Explain.” “The Weller line was never meant to create a king. It was meant to bind one.” I swallowed hard. “Bianca was his mother and his jailer. Draco was the cage wearing a human face. He did not know that.” A beat of silence fell. Even the wind paused. “So you became the key,” Damien said. “I did not choose to. I am the descendant who bore both halves of the bond. I am the one who carries Lilith and the wolf. The curse recognized me and obeyed.”

His great rival there was he, the son of Nix, descendant of Cain, Lazarus Micael, who was one of the representatives of the great Camarilla, so they led his large group of allies towards the sands, between the caves; Being that the elders promised the humans that they would go with her, the grand prize. Each of the champions would gain immortality, they will be remembered for their great glory, among them were the warrior A****n, who was the greatest of all the descendants of Hippolyta, being the daughter of Hercules. The glories, in the midst of disputes, in which they could face the corrupted beings of the deserts, in killing those who betrayed them, in an ambush, in a great quicksand, whe

Malvina's eyes widened, but she had been expecting this, all right, Sergio would have to find out about her condition sooner or later, but honestly, she was waiting for later. -Adam told you, didn't he? -Good part," he admitted, "and the rest I deduced. But still, I want to hear it from you. -Yes, we are descendants of an ancient Kaxal clan who managed to master their instincts and develop without needing human blood. and develop without the need for human blood. -That's why your niece didn't seem to mind being among wolves and vampires- she deduced. The problem: he had deduced wrong.

We are the ones you chose and we are not chosen among you. Over time we were forgotten by vampire hunters, they thought we were gone and gone. Actually we have succeeded in becoming human beings. But still, a descendant of Richard and Sherina, Sha. He still has his strength. Descendants of Yorin and Yondaime, Romeo. He still has his strength. I who only from the ordinary, not a nobleman has my own abilities. Lili my best friend, he remains a human being by living his life with his lover. Although they are different, but the harmony of the family is maintained.

Avery looked at Lydia in the back seat. Lydia sighed and nodded her head. ”Because if he has information but keeps it hidden, then he’s putting his entire family in danger.” My eyes widened. ”What do you mean?” I asked her. They knew something and hadn't told me. ”Malias cousin is a descendant from the first vampire that ever existed. She’s powerful and has been seeking revenge on the people who turned her cousin, meaning you and your family. If Malia tells her that you two are mates, she might have the leverage she needs.”