Witch Descendants Novels & Stories

Viggo replied, furrowing his brow. Dante nodded. "I heard this from your grandfather, if he was the third descendant of a Solstice Howlers werewolf. That's why Celestria is so powerful. And if another werewolf who is a descendant of Solstice Howlers appears, Celestria should become even stronger."

If a witch married a werewolf, their offspring would die or become mutes with no powers whatsoever and weaker even than humans or those who had any powers, whether werewolf or witch, they couldn't progress beyond a certain level. Jeckonia was used to break that barrier. Later, it was revealed that Jeckonia had mutated and that's why he was sent away from the coven and thus, his wish was granted as the dragons said. He was now strong enough to defend his family and friends. His brothers and sisters and parents also followed him and thus, the Vale clan was born. Thus, only those born from the line of Jeckonia can become hybrids and not anyone else. Do you understand it now?

His words make me shiver but I don't say a word, wanting him to continue. "That's where the witches came in. They cursed all valerians to only have human offspring, making them weak and easy to kill. They were slaughtered by the thousands and there hasn't been one since." He smiles and I don't like it. "That is until you, of course. Now if only we knew who sired you..." "I-“

She carried on the story, really getting into it as she became more expressive with her voice, expressions, and hand gestures. “The witch primarily set her sights on the last male Petridis born, sending her werewolf descendants to try and form a union, but every attempt failed. She even sent her descendants to try to form a union with the female Petridis but was unsuccessful again. Ultimately, the witch and angel’s thirst for power brought about their demise.” She paused again with arm raised in victory at the death of Ersilia. “With the witch and angels gone, true love prevailed as the Petridis children all found their true mates. One union, there were no flames, so their union wouldn’t bri

My wolf seethed, growing annoyed. “Where’d I see a willing Lycan to help if we should venture into that?” I asked again. “Across the seven seas. Duchess Vivian could help.” She replied. My ears perked up on hearing my favorite adult when I was younger, Duchess Vivian. She was actually from a Kingdom beyond the seven seas and visited Alpha King Wayne as an ambassador of her kingdom to ours. She stopped visiting when she found her mate and had to start a family. I remembered her short blonde hair with her blue eyes. She was really pretty and nice too. Also, she hated bullies, like Vanessa.

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.

Again. She shook her head. “No, Your Highness. There are…exceptions.” She looked me dead in the eye, to show that she was telling the truth. “Witches aren’t extinct. Not entirely. There are descendants. They just keep a low profile. They live in secret.”

“There was a child born of the coven whose father was a dragon, though what kind of dragon and where he hailed from, I don’t know, but there was a family line established, and the witches born of that line were rumored to have powers of light, of life itself. They’re gone now, like the rest of the hybrids and the families they started.” Ryker’s voice tickles my brain as he calls out to me through the mind-link, asking if I’ve returned from my journey into the mountains of Drakthor yet. “Thank you for your time,” I say with a deep bow. The elders bow, but Atticus remains leaning on his cane, bobbing his head instead.

"Since there is no Blood Star born yet, are you supposed to help the Hwa or one of her children?" Vivien blinked and looked past them and into Marjien who was standing at the doorway. She honestly hadn't thought about that yet. When Vivien escaped the village of the Li Tribe in the Diana Province, all she wanted was to go farther, without a plan to stop at all. However, she couldn't imagine helping the Hwa, a direct descendant of the King who exiled her tribe and stripped their glory from them. If being an advisor or a protector to a family whose blood came from the cruel King, and turned out to be just the same as him, she wasn't sure if she could carry it out.

My mate's first love was in the maternity ward with me. We gave birth to two baby boys on the very same day. My son inherited my pure-blood Alpha lineage—the heir everyone expected to one day inherit everything I had. I spent decades loving him, protecting him, and giving him everything a mother could. But as he grew older, something never seemed right. He was painfully ordinary. No powerful wolf. No signs of an Alpha awakening. Not even the strength expected of a pure-blood heir. I blamed myself for years, wondering if something had gone wrong with his bloodline. It wasn't until the day I was dying that I learned the truth. The son I had loved and raised for decades wasn't my biological chi