Wonderland Descendants Novels & Stories

‘The b*tch Sadie will be a goner once they offend Royce Shore! Yolanda, who had spent enough time with her boyfriend, Juneau, naturally knew who Jordan was. The latter was a direct descendant and second heir of the Wolfendens. She just did not expect the fool Sadie to have a grudge against him. It looked like even the heavens wanted Sadie dead. Yolanda was in a good mood as she told her, “Sadie, look at how unwelcomed you are. Better just scram your way off this place now.

"That's—" I heard him start but pause again. I remained silent, but when he continued speaking, I stared at him, puzzled. *** They want the Lena Islands. But even I, the sole Mondregal descendant, have no clue about it. And from the way it sounds, I think I can somehow relate it to my parents' bedtime fairytale story, the one they told me. My family's paradise. But if it were true, where could it be?

Being fully dressed I pulled my hair into a ponytail and wore my heels before heading towards the elevator that led directly to the back of the mansion where it is held but when the door opened I met eyes with the twins and I wanted to go back but Enzo pulled me in. "Just a few minutes more Little pirate and you'll be the happiest wo... Human to live here" I could barely breathe as he spoke into my ear. The event has actually started and I felt every natural sense in me heightened and the voice in my head came again but this time it felt so beautiful then I realized it was my wolf but as soon as the door opened I met with silence and a trail of blood on the green grass.

Cole persisted, "General Morrison, Wanda is a Sunteri. She's a chemistry major at the Sunterland National Defense University. But aside from that, her background remains a mystery." Nathan offered a weary hum in response, visibly drained from days of relentless toil. "General Morrison, all the chemistry professors now vouch for her extraordinary abilities and consider her a rare gem. They earnestly implore you to retain her at the military base." Nathan frowned. "She divorced me without taking a penny. Her grandfather is the wealthiest man in Norvania, yet she refuses to acknowledge him or inherit his fortune. How can I possibly retain someone so indifferent to wealth?"

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder. “Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.” Willow nods, standing still, feeling out of place among these witches. But she has no choice, she has to belong. She can’t stay with Alaric. The voices gradually pick up again, getting over the surprise of seeing someone new. “It’s lovely to meet you, Willow; I’m Zander, a descendant of the Vossen bloodline.” Willow looks at the clear-skinned young man, his dark hazel eyes a pool of warmth.