Melissa De La Cruz Descendants Book 1 Online Read

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Contents

Championship Page

Copyright

Dedication

Left Behind

Under the Sea

Chapter 1: A Celebration of Auradon

Chapter 2: A Sudden Wild Magic

Chapter ii¼: A Sudden Wild Magic, Indeed

Chapter 3: A Fishy Story

Affiliate 4: The Girls from the Isle

Chapter 5: Royal Engagements

Chapter 6: Hooked on a Feeling

Chapter 7: Fairy Goddaughter Casts a Spell

Affiliate 8: The Fiddling Mer-thief

Chapter ix: Race to the Bottom

Chapter 10: The Jet Set

Chapter xi: Biceps to Spare

Chapter 12: Swordplay

Affiliate 13: How Many Wonders Can Ane Cavern Concur?

Chapter xiv: Nemesis

Ocean'due south Elevens

Chapter 15: The Magician's Snare

Chapter 16: Lad and Lass

Chapter 17: Rug Burn

Chapter 18: A Spell for Every Occasion

Affiliate 19: The Sorcerer's Secret

Chapter twenty: Desert Pride

Chapter 21: Thieves in the Night

Affiliate 22: A Pirate'southward Life

Chapter 23: Sail Away

Affiliate 24: Edifice a Compromise

Chapter 25: Doom and Gloom

Chapter 26: Secrets and Lies

Chapter 27: Treasure Hunt

Chapter 28: Twisted Mysteries

Affiliate 29: Rivals

Chapter xxx: Skeleton Island

Chapter 31: Pirate's Booty

Showdown

Chapter 32: Into the Deep

Chapter 33: Power and Glory

Chapter 34: Evil Enchantment

Chapter 35: All for Ane

Affiliate 36: Lost Revenge

Chapter 37: No Place Like It

Affiliate 38: Something At that place That Wasn't There Before

Chapter 39: Oh Helm, My Captain

Chapter twoscore: Evie'southward four Hearts

Chapter 41: A 2nd Chance to Make a First Impression

Chapter 42: The Villains of Our Story

Acknowledgments

Besides by Melissa de la Cruz

About the Author

For Mattie & Mike,

Always

And for

Heidi, Sasha, and Calista Madzar,

friends & allies, thank you for all your back up and enthusiasm for the serial!

Once upon a time, the offspring of an evil fairy and a sea witch were friends. Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Mistress of Darkness, and Uma, daughter of Ursula, Witch of the Seas, were an inseparable duo, partners-in-petty-crime. Mal had purple hair, flashing green optics, and a mischievous streak, while Uma had turquoise locks, eyes the color of the abyss, and a wicked sense of fun. Luckily for the poor, unfortunate souls who lived on the Island of the Lost, they didn't get to run across each other very much, since they lived on opposite sides of the isle and went to rival schools—Dragon Hall for Mal and Serpent Prep for Uma.

Life on the Isle of the Lost—where all the villain folk had been banished after King Creature united all the good kingdoms and exiled all the evildoers and their snarky sidekicks—was already hard. For one, an impenetrable dome covered the island and its surrounding waters, keeping out any source of magic, as well every bit every kind of Wi-Fi network. For another, most of the isle's residents subsisted on leftovers from Auradon's mainland forth with the goblins' terrible coffee. But life always got a picayune worse during the summer when school was out, considering that was when Mal and Uma could hit the streets together again.

They would rampage up and downward the island, terrorizing pace-granddaughters and traumatizing even the almost stalwart goons, and no 1 would dare voice a peep of badgerer, for fear of something truly frightening—the girls' mothers.

One hot day in June, not long after each had turned x, Mal and Uma were playing on the docks by the water. The two bad little girls were pranking Hook's crew, making tick-tock noises to scare the pirate helm himself, and getting on Smee's already agitated nerves. They giggled naughtily behind some empty barrels as their best trick of all went off without a hitch. 1 pirate after another tripped and roughshod on the slippery wooden planks, which they had covered with a near invisible slime. Information technology was Mal's idea to coat the decks with bilge and oily, murky scum, and she laughed with glee to see it work and then well.

"Here comes Cruella De Vil," said Mal, spotting a telltale black-and-white bouffant ascent from the crowd of pirates. "Let's go her!"

Cruella was a nemesis of theirs. As one of the only citizens on the Isle who wasn't afraid of Maleficent or Ursula, the Dalmatian-obsessed lady never hesitated to pinch their ears when they tried to brand her their victim. They were adamant to get her back i of these days, just they'd have to exist crafty.

They watched her sauntering downwards the docks with a ratty spotted fur on her shoulder, glaring at everyone she met.

"What'southward she doing downwards here, anyway?" whispered Uma.

"Goblin barge is arriving before long, and she likes to have first dibs," explained Mal, property her breath equally Cruella sashayed closer and closer to where they were hiding. "She's always hoping someone's thrown away an old fur coat."

The girls looked at each other, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mal raced to pour another batch of the disgusting concoction in Cruella'southward path, but the giant bucket was too heavy for her.

"Bustle!" said Uma, running to grab the bucket'south other handle.

"I've got it!" said Mal.

"Allow me!" said Uma. "You did Gaston!"

Mal chuckled darkly at the memory of the big man going bottoms-upwardly on the dock and finally crashing over the railing with a loud roar and splash, his sons slack-jawed at the sight.

Uma pulled the bucket to her side.

"End it! Let go!" Mal demanded.

"You allow get! Y'all're splashing it on me!" whined Uma.

They each yanked on the bucket. As Uma wrenched it away, Mal lost her grip on the handle, overturning the pail and its contents—and she tripped and fell upon their own glace pool.

"Mal!" yelped Uma, as her friend skittered down the length of the dock, flailing, all the way to the edge.

"Help! Assistance me!" Mal screamed, as she attempted to grasp the wooden rails while she sped toward the sea. "I can't swim!"

But the irony that the mastermind had been caught in her own naughty little prank and the sight of her imperial friend sliding down the docks like a flopping wet fish was besides hilarious for Uma to resist, and instead of running to help, the little sea witch was doubled upwards on her knees in laughter.

Mal spun down past the gaggle of pirates, past a dislocated Cruella De Vil, and disappeared overboard.

That shook Uma from her laughing fit. "Mal!" she chosen, rushing to the railing'southward border. "Mal! Where are yous? Are yous okay?" Uma craned her cervix, searching the churning waters for a

sign of her friend.

Her middle stopped, for she couldn't catch sight of Mal's imperial caput anywhere in the waves, and while Maleficent might detect it agreeable that her daughter had landed in the drink, she would not take too kindly to the news that her one and only spawn was gone forever.

"Mal! Where are you?" Uma cried, a little desperately now.

Uma felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Mal continuing in that location, totally dry. "Y'all didn't fall in!" she cried in relief.

"I caught a wooden rung right before I fell," said Mal sweetly.

"Yous're all right!"

"Yes, I'thousand okay," said Mal with a sugary smile that suddenly turned evil. "Simply yous're not!" she yelled, and before Uma could blink, Mal reached behind her dorsum and dumped a huge bucket of evil-smelling and disgusting baby shrimps all over Uma's head. Turned out Mal had scampered dorsum up on the docks just in fourth dimension to encounter the goblins unloading the latest catch from the barge. Furious at her friend for laughing at her bad luck, Mal decided to create a piddling bad luck herself.

Uma screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

Sadly, the smell never quite left Uma's hair, no affair how many times she washed information technology.

Much worse, Mal's nickname for her defenseless on, and from that fateful twenty-four hour period forwards, everyone called Uma "Shrimpy" backside her back.

Except for Mal, of course, who called Uma Shrimpy to her face.

From the sandbox to the doomball courts, the animosity betwixt the two girls festered and bubbled over the years—especially during rival super-sinister-thirteen birthday parties, which they scheduled on the aforementioned nighttime. Somehow, Mal e'er ended up on pinnacle.

Merely Uma knew the solar day would come when she would trounce Mal at her own game.

One fine day…

Three years later on, that solar day had non yet come. Especially non subsequently the shiny black limousine drove up to the Isle of the Lost. Uma had never seen a car like that—the but means of transportation on the isle were rickshaws pulled by goblins, sometime skateboards, and rusty bikes. It was articulate limousines were more than than just cars; they were moving cocoons of luxury, decked out in buttery leather seats and filled to the brim with sugary drinks and snacks.

So what was it doing hither of all places, on this forgotten island of villains?

The young sea witch elbowed her mode to the front of the gaping crowd then she could get a better look at what was happening. At sixteen she was small for her age, but more than fabricated up for it by cut a hit effigy. She wore her turquoise hair in a river of long braids that fell downward her dorsum, and was partial to patchwork leather dresses and low boots decorated with line-fishing nets and seashells. Truly, Uma was one of the caput-turners on the island, not that she cared. Uma had bigger fish to fry—literally, since she worked at her mom's Fish and Chips Shoppe.

The assembled group of louts, toughs, and goons (otherwise known as the population of the island) were oohing and ahhing at the sight of the marvelous automobile. No one had whatever idea why it was there, or what it meant, but before a riot broke out amongst the villainous ranks, the door to Maleficent'due south castle opened and Evie, Carlos, and Jay walked out carrying luggage, followed past their parents.

"Bring home the gilt!" yelled Jafar.

"Bring domicile a puppy!" urged Cruella De Vil.

"Bring home a prince!" Evil Queen cried.

Uma nudged the fellow on the left. "What's going on?" she asked. "Are they leaving?"

The henchman nodded, barely curtained envy on his confront. "Rumor has it they're going to Auradon."

"Auradon? Why?" said Uma, appalled and intrigued at the aforementioned time.

"To become to school. Some kind of new proclamation or something. They've been called to attend Auradon Prep."

Carlos, Jay, and Evie trooped into the car.

"Is anyone else going?" Uma asked, but as a quaternary villain kid burst through the castle doors. An annoyed-looking Mal handed her backpack to the commuter.

Of course Mal had been chosen besides.

Uma watched as Mal looked up to the balcony, where Maleficent raised her staff in goodbye, her green eyes blazing. After a moment, Mal's purple head disappeared into the limousine equally well.

Somehow, instead of feeling glee at the sight of the four villain kids' depressed and resentful faces, Uma simply felt a spark…of envy.

Why wasn't she called to leave the Isle of the Lost and live in Auradon? Was she non wicked enough? Not special enough? Why was she left behind similar a common goblin?

And why was Mal chosen instead?

Uma had to observe a way out of the Isle of the Lost. If Mal and her crew were living in Auradon, then that was the identify to be—the identify where Uma needed to exist. Not hither, working day in and day out at Ursula'due south Fish and Fries Shoppe slinging fish cakes and lost-soul casseroles to the rabble. Uma was special: she was the body of water witch'southward daughter, a strength to be reckoned with! She couldn't stay hither, lost and unloved and unappreciated!

There was naught she could exercise, however. The weeks went by, and the dome was bulletproof. At that place was no manner out of the Island of the Lost. No matter how much she wanted to go out, at that place was simply no escape.

Until ane day a few months later…i ordinary day, like every other, but different every ane that came before it, when something dissimilar happened.

Uma was getting her pilus washed at her favorite beauty salon, Scroll Up & Dye, watching the television while sitting nether the dryer.

"It'southward the Coronation. Wish we could exist there," the hairdresser said with a sigh, equally a handsome Prince Ben bowed his caput to accept the king'due south crown and the duties that came with it.

"Mmm," said Uma, indifferent to Auradon'southward pomp and glory. Young Lightheaded, the wicked step-granddaughter who was sweeping upwards tendrils from the floor, was glued to the sight.

On-screen, Fairy Godmother was holding out her wand, but in the blink of an center, someone else had taken it, and and then a huge explosion rocked the whole island.

"What was that?" Uma cried, rushing out of her chair and running outside, just in time to lookout man a dark shape ascension up into the sky, flight like a veritable bat out of hell.

"Magic! The dome is broken!" she heard someone cry. "Maleficent is gone!"

Like the rest of the island's residents, Uma saw her chance—information technology was time to go! Time to leave the Isle of the Lost forever! But without a bridge, at that place was only i way to go to the mainland, so the island'due south residents were scrambling to the shoreline. Uma followed the crowd rushing downwardly to the docks to detect a send, a gunkhole, a way out—and only equally she had clambered on the final goblin rowboat and fabricated it a few miles away from shore, the dome airtight once more.

They ran smack into the invisible wall.

Wha—? How—?

Uma pressed her nose against the unseen barrier and tried not to scream.

She was still stuck on this witch-forsaken rock. Later that day, she watched with a weary annoyance equally Mal and her friends celebrated their victory, dancing around some castle while fireworks went off in the distance.

Mal and her crew.

Crew.

That was information technology! That was how she was going to get off this island. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't do information technology alone. What was that saying? No man is an island? Well, no one should live on an island either, at least non unless they had a choice in the matter.

In any case, Uma vowed then and at that place to put together a real crew of her own.

Friends don't let friends stay on the Isle of the Lost.

"And now, delight welcome Sebastian and the Vii Wonders of the Sea!" the cheerful announcer, a merman floating above the waves, joyfully declared. A magnificent clam-shaped phase rose from the ocean and slowly opened to display the famous crab and a row of pretty mermaids launching into a rollicking tune. The sandy beachfront in front of Ariel and Eric's castle had been turned into an outdoor stadium, consummate with bleachers higher up the h2o. Seated high upward in the royal box with Ben and her friends, Mal eag

erly clapped with the residual of the audience gathered for the start of the annual Seaside Festival, a daylong commemoration of merfolk life. Next to her, Evie was taking zapps on her phone with Arabella, Ariel'southward niece, who was something of a style maven and idolized Evie's way. The two were currently sporting matching V-braids and toxicant-eye necklaces. Evie had even fabricated Arabella's outfit, a lavander-colored blouse with a lace bodice along with a distressed leather skirt.

Evie and Arabella couldn't stop giggling. "What'southward and so funny?" Mal asked.

"Mal, do this filter with usa!" Evie said, and Mal obliged, sticking her tongue out at the camera. The image on the phone turned the 3 of them into mermaids complete with curved green tails.

"That'southward pretty much what I look like when I swim," Arabella said approvingly.

"Absurd." Mal smiled.

On the stage, Sebastian was zooming around on his claws, belting his heart out while the mermaids harmonized and splashed, swimming in synchronized patterns around the stage.

"Who knew crustaceans were and so talented?" Mal whispered to Ben as Sebastian striking a high note. Ben grinned and squeezed her arm in agreement.

He looked and then handsome in his royal coat and sash, the aureate crown on his honey-colored hair. The crowd cheered when they saw him grinning, and he waved dorsum from the balustrade. "Come on, Mal, give them a wave," he urged.

Mal hesitantly raised her paw and waved as well, and some other cheer rose from the crowd. She was nevertheless getting used to the position of royal girlfriend and all the attention it generated. She never wanted to embarrass Ben, and she was keenly enlightened of how dissimilar she was from his quondam girlfriend. Audrey was the prototype of an Auradon princess—she looked so perfectly sweetness and lovely that birds would perch on her finger, while Mal was definitely a villain child from the Isle. A reformed villain, for sure, but chirping birds certainly wouldn't be worshipping her whatsoever time presently. Unlike Audrey, Mal preferred to wear leather pants rather than pretty dresses. So far the people of Auradon didn't seem to listen, and Mal was grateful they were and so accepting.

"How exercise they wing so loftier?" asked Carlos, every bit the mermaids shot into the air to the rhythm of the music and performed dizzying backflips. "I thought they were mermaids, not fairies."

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