Novel & Cerita Wattpad Descendants

They created a legacy that would be remembered for generations to come, a story of love and resilience that would inspire others to follow their hearts and break free from the constraints of tradition. Andrea, the Moon Goddess Descendant, found her true purpose not only in protecting the pack but also in redefining the concept of love and shaping the future of their supernatural world. Together with Jax and Rachel, she embraced her destiny and forged a path that would forever change the lives of werewolves and other supernatural beings.

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?”

“Tell me about the poem Dad. Why did you read it every night?” His father took off his glasses and folded them away inside a brown leather case. “That poem was the first published piece of English literature to ever mention the word vampire. Did you know that?” “Yes, Aurora told me. Some of her ancestors went looking for the author to try and find the truth about why he wrote it.” “That’s right,” his father nodded. “Her family and ours go back a long way.” “So, you knew who she was all along?” His father grinned, an amused look that Gabriel recognized from his childhood. “Son, she was the first descendant ever to be born. The strongest and most beautiful of her kind. There are no other women

"So a Blackthorne witch hiding in a werewolf pack would have children who read as wolf. Grandchildren who read as wolf. For six generations, every descendant would live their entire life believing they were simply a lesser version of whatever supernatural category they'd been born into." The specific cruelty of that settles over me slowly. Six generations of people who never shifted, who had abilities nobody could explain, who spent their lives being told they were defective versions of something they weren't. Six generations of people like me, except they died without knowing. "How many?" I ask. "How many descendants over two centuries?" "The records don't have a complete count. Dozens, pro

I asked Aden to know his own thoughts. "Well, I somehow do even though my father said he doesn't. But I think he just didn't want me to be worried about the horrible things that were prophesied to happen since I was going to be the next Alpha. If it were rubbish as some people call it, I believe my father wouldn't have allowed me to read every word of that book" "So you believe that Moonking's descendants will surface again?" I asked. "Of course, I do Mikazi's descendants, right." He replied. When Aden mentioned the name Mikazi, I knew he was telling the truth about reading the book.

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

I could care less about his secret as long as I was happy and Matthew was my happiness. I just hope my daughters will find their happiness with their lords as much as I did. Becca blinked her eyes as she was reading her mother's note in the book. Her father was one of the Vampyre? But he did not serve in the Higher Court and he was happy to leave as a merchant between the sprawling towns in Niapachad Island. Her father would move around the island to sell goods and trades. She did not know that she was a descendant of a Vampyre as well as the Origins, considering that only the descendants of the Origins can have Porphyria that evolved them to become a Vampyre.

I didn’t even know where I was going, but I kept walking until I got to the creek I had been forbidden to ever go near, since I was a child simply because I would take up too much space and the other kids wouldn't be able to play or swim freely. But just as I was about to take off my shoes and walk in, something…no someone, caught my attention. Xavier, the future Alpha of Mooncrest. He looked so peaceful as he glided through the water. I stayed hidden so as not to disturb him and hoped that he wouldn’t catch my scent but just then he stepped out of the water and I quickly looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks before curiosity got the better of me. I honestly wished the moon goddess would gi

He is quite picky and strict with every one of us, but Lucia and I have always been at each other's neck since the day I was born. We don’t know what happens to the other elders before us. Dad has lived on this earth for several centuries as he is one of the first true bloods, descendants of Endymion and Selene. While he plots to steal the golden throne, he has also been busy frolicking with as many women as he desires. His kids are scattered all around the world, they are either forced to leave when other kids arrive, or Dad doesn’t have any use for them anymore. Some were banished for daring to betray or challenge Dad, so we have no idea how many we are.