Ben In Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

He seemed to understand it. “Brat, you are a descendant of an important official. Your grandfather is the president of Divine Constabulary, serving the country and its people. Your father had also conquered the battlefields and made contributions as a result of hard work. Your master, Jade Benmore, has to leave her legacy in the merit book of America, so I hope you will surpass your master.”

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

Dad said that he was blessed with Mom who was a blessed wolf, and Alpha David was cursed with a human mate, which was degrading for his bloodline. My mother was the first daughter in her bloodline. And according to Dad, now that the Fortner bloodline was smudged with human blood, it had lost its power, making us the Beaumont’s the last pure bloodline. Consequently, my sister is now the last female descendant of the last pure bloodline, and my father believed that Gabriella was the person referred to in the second prophecy. Dad was adamant about keeping her a secret because, should she be with her true mate, she would be the endgame for our species.

And Alexander, the oldest of the brood, charmed all with his quick wit and mischievous grin, his laughter a melody that echoed through the castle halls. As Julius and Star looked upon their descendants, the legacy of their love and leadership, they knew that the future of the kingdom was secure in the hands of the next generation. The bond that bound them together, forged in the fires of duty and tempered by the trials of life, would endure for generations to come, a legacy of love and unity that would stand the test of time.

Celine The room was steeped in the gravity of the revelation. The witches watched us attentively, aware of the urgency the curse imposed on my son. I trembled inside, but the determination to find a solution for Benjamin only grew stronger. “Jordan Reynolds is the descendant of the cursed wolf.” Gaia, the black-haired witch, spoke while I absorbed every word with a rising sense of despair. “Your son is condemned to death.” I took a deep breath, clutching the pendant Jordan had given me like an anchor. It was the only thing keeping the curse away from me, and now I longed for the same protection for our son.

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

“I am here to warn you, Schuyler. The Riegos’ are never friends with the Zabelle's, not in any way! And don't even think of dragging our great-grandfather's name too. A human like you is a traitor to our kind so don't you ever dare shame the Savannah's name! Because only I have the right to use it however I want!” “Schuyler is a direct descendant of the Savannah's, legitimately! You can't just tell her to not use her name, just because you're a full blooded lycan and she's a human.” Attorney Tim said in a serious voice. “She's a traitor! Just like her father and grandfather! And you!” Beatrix snapped at us. “While I am a pure lycan!” “No matter what you say, may you be a pure lycan or not, y

His expression changed. He told her she had been lied to as well. Rebecca stared at him. Nathan said my grandfather was not her biological father. He had only been assigned as her legal guardian. Rebecca's face went blank. My grandfather immediately denied it. Nathan told him to stop lying. Then he revealed the most disturbing part. Rebecca was his daughter too. Not my biological sister in the traditional sense, but a genetic daughter created from the same original bloodline. The organization had used Nathan's genetic material to create a succession line capable of producing candidates with specific traits. I was the natural first heir. Rebecca was the engineered second successor.

I was under the impression--I thought Grandma had explained to me--that my grandfather was the descendent of Little Red Riding Hood, not her. “Yes, that’s right,” Maggie said. “As far as I know.” I was going to have to go back over what Grandma had told me, but that could come later. “Maybe they both were,” Ben said from behind me. “She’s pretty far back in your family line. She could be a common ancestor. You know how cousins used to marry one another and stuff like that.” He shrugged like what he’d just said wasn’t at all unsettling. I shook my head to clear it and turned back to Maggie. “So… is your husband a mage, too?”

Gemma asked, her body shivering slightly “That this second born child, was born to have her line continued but not as a powerful FAE. You see, the first born daughter was to be the Astrid after her mother. Even more powerful than her mother actually and so she would be seeked out, her line murdered for their power. The second daughter, by the name of Lily, lived. She grew up and it is her line that went on until you’re mother Lily and father Peter” “So, I’m the direct descendant of Lily? That means I’m not the Astrid? Wait...what happened to the first daughter?”