Villains Descendants Novels & Stories

“I heard that Wynn Johnston’s background is quite complicated. She seems to be a descendant of the sinned blood?” A descendant of the sinned blood? For a while, people from the branch and main families who did not know Wynn’s background showed puzzled and grave expressions. Of course, this was arranged by Wade in advance as he bided his time and released a small signal first. “What is a descendant of the sinned blood?” someone started asking. A person stood in the branch family said with a sneer, “Being a descendant of the sinned blood is something atrocious. Let's put it this way, Wynn Johnston is the Clarke family’s…”

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.

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

Xander asked. "Throughout her reincarnations in her own clan, the powers of her own selves were finally passed down to the last descendant, Khrystyanna. And compared to her ancestors, she can be said that she is a monster in her own rights. And the one who has the purest bloodline among the generation." Dark Raven said that made Damian grow anxious and more nervous. He didn't know that he would be in this state in his entire life. He didn't know that the root would be his own father, that his greed to anything that someone else owns is so obvious on his face.

“As I’ve said you are bound to get married. A Vazquez-Williams is a must. But before we proceed to the matrimony, Caleb has something to tell you.” Charles' father drank first before speaking, “Since you’re both at the right age, you should know about our family history.” As if on cue, heavily armed men entered the dining area. “The Vazquez and Williams are descendants of the previous mafia—” “Hold it right there.” Charles, on the other hand, dared to answer for his father. “Mafia? Dad, we’re descendants of criminals?”

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

And again. Chosen descendant. It took me a second to piece it together, but when it clicked, it was like every scattered clue we’d ignored came slamming together at once. The witches. The scroll Isla read. The vampire's interest in her blood. Calista’s obsession with creating hybrids. It all pointed to one person. Isla. She was the chosen descendant. The last of the Blackwoods. The one whose blood could finish what Calista had started. My hand trembled as I stared at the paper, trying to convince myself I was reading it wrong. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t.

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.

“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.”