Blue Beetle First Descendant Novels & Stories

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?”

“Vexley was the witch bloodline Beatrice came from. The one our ancestor murdered.” The one who was supposed to end the war. I look back at the prophecy. Something twists deep in my chest. If the heir of Vexley is spared... “Does this mean…” I start, then falter. “Aurora is the heir?” Nate’s lips part, but no answer comes. I know we’re both thinking it. I’m afraid to ask the next question, but I need to, “So did all the Weston firstborns mate with the ancestors of Beatrice Vexley? Is that how the two bloodlines stayed connected?”

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

The revelation was too much to take in, and Kimberly felt like her whole world was being turned upside down. Levi's voice was laced with a mix of nostalgia and longing as he continued his story. "She was from a descendant of powerful witches," he said, his eyes gazing off into the distance. "And I was a werewolf, a descendant of the primordials. The first and the most powerful werewolves to ever exist."

or Fued in his house and fed his body to the Lions in the zoo and then you would have found his body there? He started to shake, I could see the fear in his eyes. "You're surprised? oh and you tried to kill me that time? yeah good job with that ", I said. "No...it .. it can't be-" "That I'm a woman? that a woman was able to pull all this off? Let me give you a formal introduction, My name is Blu, last surviving and only child of Elfuego Adiante, and I will wipe out the entire generation of anyone that was involved in my father's death, including you ".

Vardan growled, gesturing toward the console. Sora plugged the black drive into the terminal. The screens flared to life, scrolling through thousands of files. Images of dissections, chemical formulas, and video logs of screaming test subjects filled the monitors. Sora’s eyes locked onto one file dated twenty years ago. It was a video of a younger Dante Valente. He was holding a baby in his arms—a baby with silver-tinted eyes. "Project Spica," the voice on the recording said. It was his father’s voice, but it lacked any trace of the warmth Sora remembered. "The first viable hibrida. The vessel for the pure Beastman essence."

He pressed two fingers under my chin, lifting my head so that I was looking into his eyes, something I had tried not to do since we stepped out of the car. ”Yes?” He asked as he towered over me. ”Yeah, um, there is one more thing.” I said and Amber turned to me. ”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps toward

The mention of the worst species of werewolves sent the room into a frenzy. “There is only one Beast that we know of,” Nathan recovered himself from a shock, “and he died hundreds of years ago.” “I’m not talking about the Fallen Beast. I’m talking about its descendants,” Dad clarified, and then he glanced at me, “and I think your friend is one of them.” A hard gasp came out of my mouth. I still could not believe that Ronny was a werewolf, and now Dad said that he was the descendant of the vilest and most brutal creature of Lycanthrope that caused the biggest war in the history?

Uncle Astor explained to us as he searched the book he had retrieved earlier. "What do you believe?" I asked Uncle Astor directly. "Here," he stopped at a page in the book and turned it to use to peruse. "Acient history says that they are descendants of Selene and protectors of our kind. They are very unique species with incomprehensible abilities. I believe they exist but in varying forms, some are hybrids. " Uncle Astor explained part of our findings in the old library. In the book was one of the descendants. "Isolde,"

They begin to use a tube to draw the poison out of my own body. I look over at Rhea, my vision blurred but my mind finally clear. She isn't just a nurse. She isn't just a "special" human. She is possibly a descendant of the First Blood, the line we all thought was extinct. The vision of her mother and father plays on a loop in my head. They hid her to protect her from the very world she’s now trapped in. Those rogues weren't just looking for a kill, they were hunting someone incredibly special. "Jake," I rasp, grabbing my Beta’s forearm with a trembling hand. "You need to move. Now."