Zevon Descendants Novels & Stories

What else could they not do? This time, the Emperor of America smiled. “Principals, both of you please don’t be angry! Darnic Young fled before the war began, so let the dead be dead. But Zachariah Young is the direct descendant of the millennial Young family. This is significantly important!” When Zachariah heard it, he immediately shouted again. “That’s right! I’m the direct descendant of the Youngs and I’m different from Darnic Young. If you dare to kill me, you won’t be able to step foot in America again!”

Zev hated it so much that he wanted to break the guy’s jaw apart. “Rosett?” Zev murmured when a vague memory popped into his mind. It was Vladimir Rosett who ruled a rebellion against the true-blood vampires fifty years ago. It had been several decades, and it could only mean the Victor guy was his descendant. Unlike his race, the blood clan was required to slumber every 5 decades to maintain their immortality. Zev always thought that it was their cheap way to live longer and that they weren’t immortal at all.

Ash snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Tobyn's head jerked back and forth, his eyes darting to Rhea. "She said you weren't what you seem to be. That your heritage isn't what you think it is. She said you're a key. A key to something ancient. Something potent. She said you're not just a Mooncrest. You're a Valez." Zane's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto Tobyn. "An A Valez? That's impossible. Our line is Alpha. It's a line of dominance. Not of Omegas."

Jay said with distress, “Baby Zetty is the only descendant of Boye. She’s not an ordinary person. If you want to live a peaceful and stable life, I’m afraid you can’t stay in Imperial Capital.” “I know, Dad.” On the way back, Finn was repeatedly thinking about Baby Zetty’s safety. The poison sect had not been eliminated. Although the Poison Old Fossil and the Poison Doctor were killed in the fire, their descendants were a group of poisonous doctors who would destroy humanity. What they devoted their entire lives to pursuing was attaining the highest realm of medicine. They would certainly pester Baby Zetty and force her to surrender Lynne Boye’s secret skills.

The moment I tasted a drop of his blood, I could go back several years and trace the type of life he had lived, where he came from, but the only thing I could see was white walls, lab coats, and a simple bedroom that was more of a cage than a bedroom. I had to know, I had to see it for myself, so I took another blood, before I could come to the present, the more blood I took, the further into his journey I could go. I took another drop of blood, and then I saw her, my sister, and her mate... I could go as far back as two generations, but I had enough evidence: Zane was Ziva and Zion´s son, my nephew, the heir to the vampire kingdom. What happened to my sister? I focused, and then I saw it...

Jackson states. “Wait, how old are you?” Gavin asked. “I am hundred and twenty-five years old. My mother was immortal. Her coven was one of the oldest in existence. My real name is Zain Vinilion.” Zavian answered. That was not what I was expecting to hear. Alpha Vinilion was a very highly respected alpha all those years ago. He was Zavian’s grandfather, and he started the Moon Dust Pack. He was also on the High Council until he passed.

Zechariah thought for a moment and still reminded Amelia, "Sir Cromwell was good to him, but he looked down on the Cromwell family's descendants." Who this descendant was, Amelia could guess without her uncle saying it. Zane, that scumbag, really didn't seem like Craig's descendant. This might also have had something to do with other things. Amelia always felt like Zane had been spoiled, like someone did it on purpose. She hadn't really thought about it before, just felt like it was office politics. Came to Chicago, met Jensen, and the more I dealt with Zane's old problems, the more I realized something.

They seemed sure the marriage would happen. Just then, a harsh voice interrupted the happy mood. “I’m afraid your plans won’t work.” It was Dustin. He spoke coldly with a serious face. In an instant, the whole atmosphere became very awkward, and the mood changed. Evan and Yvonne looked angry. Nico frowned deeply and stared at Dustin for a couple of seconds. “Who is this?” “Mr. Zabel, this is Dustin Fox. He’s the surviving descendant of the Fox family from Hattan, which was destroyed years ago,” Evan and Yvonne quickly said.

"The fact that you held back, that you had control even in that first surge, it suggests dilution." He paused. "One parent with Moon Blessed blood, perhaps, one without." "My real parents." I turned to face him. "The Veythornes aren't my birth family, are they?" "I would be very surprised if they were." Zane shook his head. "Cassian Veythorne's bloodline is well-documented, strong Alpha heritage, nothing extraordinary." "No, child. Whoever gave birth to you possessed something far rarer." His expression grew distant. "I spent decades hunting for survivors of the old bloodlines. I never found any. Until tonight, I thought I was chasing myths and ghosts."

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.