Ancestors Mulan Novels & Stories

"They lived there for some time, the chief's daughter fell in love with one of our ancestors but the chief denied their relationship.. he said he's keeping his daughter for the prince of a certain village... But his daughter didn't listen to him and continue seeing her lover... then she got pregnant, the chief was very angry but what can he do than to forgive his daughter.. he later accepted them... but unfortunately, his daughter died during childbirth!" He paused and walk towards the fridge and came back with another set of tangerine.. that's when I realized I've finished the ones I brought. "Then what happened?" I asked curiously. He sits down and start peeling another tangerine. "The chi

I wanted Mulan to be my grandmother because she somewhere reminded me of my mother with her soft and loving words. "Can I suggest something to you?" I was hesitant and she looked at me curiously. "Can I take Marona's place and her identity?... So that I'll get a family and your love. You don't have to answer her parents, and they don't care either... No one will blame you for killing their daughter. I'll be a good girl, I promise. I am very obedient and I will help you with chores too." I grew nervous. "You can say no if you don't like the idea."

Mulan snorted before picking up the call. “Hello.” His deep, baritone voice rumbled in Derek's ears, making him stand straight. “Elder, I have something to report.” Lucas' father started. “I want your son to personally explain it to me,” Mulan interjected. “I have summoned him to the pack. He is on his way as we speak.” “Good.” Mulan disconnected the call and walked out of his study. Once the call was over, Derek didn't tarry. He quickly made his way to Elder Rouge's house. Elder Rouge was one of the Silver Crest Princes, known as Kingmakers.

__________ The Great Mu: you must help me in the game. Ji Anling: Auntie, team up with me, I will call you mom. Madam Mu: Umm…..

Stones rose, wind shifted, and light—pure and unfamiliar—cut through the darkness. A figure emerged from the glow. A woman dressed in white. Mukura’s breath caught. “Mother…” Genteel’s spirit stood tall, calm and resolute. Beside her, another presence appeared—Garamba. The ancestors had answered. Gwanhoya staggered, her power faltering. “No…” she whispered. Mukura stepped forward, staff in hand, her voice unwavering. “Your time has ended.” Wind surged, lifting Gwanhoya from the ground. Light and shadow twisted together as Mukura began the final incantation, sanctifying the body Gwanhoya had possessed.

Eric's expression shifted to one of elation, his eyes shining with surprise as he exclaimed, "Ms Isabel, you're Mr. Mulan's stepdaughter? That's amazing! He's such a generous and kind man. He even supported our orphanage back in the day." Isabel echoed with disbelief, "Really? Are you serious?" Eric nodded enthusiastically, his smile still plastered on his face. "Oh yes! Mr. Mulan is a true gentleman, and I'm sure your step-brother will bounce back on his feet in no time. He seems like a resilient guy, don't you think?" Isabel's gaze darted in Matilda's direction, to see if she was attentive or watching, but Matilda remained engrossed in savoring her meal, seemingly oblivious to Isabel's loo

Sarah asks. “In the story, Mulan wasn't able to do what everyone said was her obligation, she knew she owed her father obedience, but when the time came, she didn't do it, she decided to do what she thought was right, even if it cost her to never see her family again. And when they told her to give up, she got up, went there, and saved all of China, you are our Mulan, and you even have the three goofy soldiers who are with her for everything.” I say smiling. “I assume Liz is the short one, I am the skinny one and you're the fat one. Am I right?” Ness asks.

They questioned whether the annals documented anything like this. Elder Muller cleared his throat, eyes searching for the right words. “Umm… yes, indeed. It’s unprecedented, my king. We do not exactly have a good track record with her kind.” An understatement if ever I heard any. We avoided witches like the plague. “She is my aunt, and I owe her my life.” In a manner of speaking… But I would rather eat a sword than tell them that the child she is growing in her poisonous womb was mine. “As I am sure you’d have heard by now that she is Gisela’s and my grandfather’s daughter.”

"She's a flower?" "An anamoly, the second in this century, and born to a wolf father and a witch mother, so tainted, according to the Ancestors. She must be careful, try to establish herself outside of the Ancestors, lean on her strenght, work on her weaknesses. Our time has run out, and your girl is waiting." I stare as the place starts to fade, like a weird acid trip. "Think about everything we've said, tell Camille and Adora I am coming home, and please, hold on to her. You have little time before the war begins, make use of this time, train her, teach her, llisten to her and learn from her."

The ancestor smiled and replied, "I cultivated for thousands of years, but I can't surpass it. I was near the age of dying, so I left a sliver of my consciousness in this demiplane. I waited for a worthy descendant." "I'm not your descendant. Also, your descendants became mindless slaves," said Wilbur. The ancestor smiled and said, "Yes, they were not courageous enough to touch the historical halberd. I can't let them out either because they will tell the secret to my descendants. They won't dare to enter this realm again. They couldn't pass the basic test, so they shouldn't be out to embarrass me." "The basic test?" asked Wilbur. The ancestor nodded and replied, "Yes, a test of courage."