Wonderland Descendants Novels & Stories

she said. I nodded and smiled, "Good morning, Wendy." Although Wendy was the daughter of the Beta of the Red Moon Pack, she held her head low and did her job well as my secretary. After the news about me being Hunter's daughter came out, Morgan called me on Saturday, but I didn't answer it. Early in the morning, Morgan walked over from the other end of the hallway and when he saw me, his face visibly stiffened for a moment. He always thought I was just a mistress, but he never expected that I was Hunter's daughter, the only heiress of the Wonder Company. Not only the branch in Los Angeles but also the whole group would be mine in the future.

Maybe even babies could sense the threads that connected us all through blood and loss and choices made in darkness. The Phoenix Council had grown beyond my wildest hopes. Forty-three confirmed descendants now, scattered across seven territories. Some came with children, others with stories of families hidden so deep even they hadn't known their heritage. We met quarterly in different locations—neutral ground, always, to avoid the politics of pack territories.

he said, pointing to the book in my hands. “What a peculiar title. Descendants of the Moon.” "There is? Oh, yes. It's a fantasy book,” I told him, not wanting to go into details. The less humans knew about us, the safer our species was. "Fascinating. Is it about witch fairies and evil queens?” he asked, sitting down in front of me. I laughed. “More about wolves,” I said, closing the book. "Interesting. I am a cryptozoologist and parapsychologist. I study the supernatural. The name is Wendell.” He handed me his card.

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.

She rubbed her head against his cheek to show that she was happy with his stand. "Let's go pack our things, we leave at dusk." He informed Akeelah as he stepped into his cottage. Wanda was Levi's cousin's best friend.She had been obsessed with him since childhood and would do anything to have him to herself. She was the daughter of a warlock and her mother was a Banshee, a very pretty one who didn't speak much. But Wanda was nothing like her mother. Her mother left because of her father's attitude and never returned so Wanda had to spend lots of time with her dad which made her hate her mom even more. She hadn't expected her mom to abandon her even though she knew her dad was quite crazy.

We had coexisted peacefully with the humans, even though they didn't know our kind existed. "I hope things get better," I said sincerely. "Yeah, I hope so too." He put the jewelry back in my hand. "Keep it. You'll need it more in a new place. Lunch and your bus fare are on me." "But..." "You can pay me back next time if you ever come back. Or pass on the kindness to someone who needs it, okay?" I could only nod, my heart swelling with a mixture of sorrow and anger. I would destroy this treacherous queen. The woman who had betrayed me with her innocent act. Wanda. She was a descendant of the Crescent Moon Kingdom all along!

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?”

The Moon descendant. The bloodline of the Goddess herself, the one who had divided her power among vampire, wolf, and human. An old story. Scholars dismissed it. Fools believed it. I had done neither, until eighteen years ago, when a man named Bernard Halloway had walked into this room and offered me his unborn daughter. He had wanted protection. He had proposed a marriage contract. And in private, he had told me the child was one of them: a Moon descendant, blood of the old legend itself.

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

“It used to belong to her mother…” Orenda nodded. “Yes,” she replied. “Her mother was that witch… the one this pendant was gifted to. Her name was Esmeralda. Or as most called her, Esme. She belonged to the Red Oak Tribe in the western hemisphere. It was said to be the biggest tribe in the world, filled with both witches and regular humans. They lived in secret for eons until one day they were discovered and killed.” “It was my father’s order to kill all humans, whether they have powers or not,” I murmured, shaking my head at the thought. “Are you saying because of my father, Maeve’s mother was killed?”