Ben In Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

Kai The others looked confused, but Abraham’s face turned grave. Gone was the smugness. Gone was the laughter. He leaned forward, deadly serious. “The woman with you,” he said slowly, “she’s a direct descendant of the original Moonchild line. Michelle Moonchild’s daughter. She carries the compulsion gene from her mother.” He locked eyes with me. “Edmond’s been waiting for someone like her. And you brought her to him—on a silver platter.”

The descendants of the Berhalksawn family have walked out of the arena, greeting the thousands of immortals. In the East in the green continent of the Berhalksawn Family, Alkhun Berhalksawn. A descendant of an elite family with the most potential. Has stepped out of the arena as one of the leaders of the two teams. He looks directly into his father's eyes. "Rean! Put him down..." It was a stormy night in the West. "No! Keppler! this child should not have been born!!" Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff.

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are the essence present in the realm of gods that supports the existence of the mystical creature and serves as their life force.”

I hugged her. "Oh, dearie. I feel terrible for missing your entire childhood," she cried. It took a couple of minutes to console her and for her to calm down. "There is something we need to ask," Nik spoke. Mary looked at him and nodded. "Anything." "Max said that Ava is a descendent of Faelern. And Fiona. Is that true?" Nik asked. She looked a little unsure but when she looked at our serious faces, she nodded. "Yes, it is true."

Grayson then opened the folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and began to read it with clear articulation. “The first generation that could be tested. Male, D’Artagnan Ares. Wife, Susan Taylor.” Jay could not help but ridicule. “So corny.” Grayson was dumbfounded. “Mr. Ares, this is the name of your ancestor. “Aren’t you afraid that they’ll come to you at night for ridiculing your deceased ancestor?” “Continue.” “Second generation, Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela Hughes.” “Third generation, Terrance Ares. Wife Elizabeth Left.”

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

Jayden returned to the cell with his sister in her mother's arms, complaining to her of her pain and ailments, especially now that she has regained her memory and brought them all back with her. "Jayden carries Mayadin"s blood in his veins, he is a descendant of the fallen himself, without any doubt. » Kayden furrowed his eyebrows in question, awaiting further explanation, and Kyle sat across from his father nervous, knowing that what he was going to say seemed insane in itself, since he himself did not understand how it happened.

says Brent. “Oh come on,” says Damion, exasperated, “The suspense is killing me. Spill the beans already.” Brent looks at Lilia and then Lilia looks at Tyrus and Damion, “It’s me. I am the descendant.” There is pin-drop silence in the room as Damion and Tyrus gape at Lilia open-mouthed. Lilia knows that they are finding it hard to believe. When it comes to it, she herself couldn’t completely believe it yet.

He watched her face — the specific discipline of watching someone read something important, the way understanding moved through a person in waves they tried to contain. The letter said what he had already told her about the convergence signature. But it said more than that. Elder Marsh, thorough as always, had traced Betty's lineage three generations back and documented what she found — the direct descent from Mara Rayne, the probability calculation for convergence inheritance, and one final paragraph that Arthur had spent fourteen months trying not to think about.

“You already have almost all the natural traits that come with it, so I guess the natural longing isn’t a huge shock. In fact, I think Edgar has no idea that his creatures would be capable of…oh God, that means the DNA could also be passed down genetically. This is fascinating.” I froze. Passed down genetically, which means that I can reproduce and give birth to another child who’s a monster like me? I was shaking—no, quivering—as the words ran through my mind over and over again. But Ben, bless his old soul, was oblivious to the deep dilemma I was in. No, he was totally lost in his own element, mumbling something between ‘first natural-born breed’ and ‘biggest discovery of all time.’ Did he