Novel & Cerita Captain Hook Descendants 4

"The Blood Sherlock Four Sisters plead for Master Darby to become our new captain!" The Blood Sherlock Four Sisters were proud; they would never follow Ambrose willingly. However, Hidden Dragon was gone, so they needed a new leader. Ambrose was young, but he had the Tyrant Hammer. Most importantly, he was the son of the famous Darryl Darby; no one could be more qualified to be their captain. "Aye, aye, Captain!" Everyone but Ambrose immediately knelt to their new leader.

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in front of us and leaned in c

Amorivia's brows furrowed. "You are, Amorivia, lady. How you forgot is funny to me." The furrows on Amorivia's forehead remained. She hates the cockiness of this boy but she recalls that Peter was cocky. Peter might be this boy but just playing with her, she thought. "Are we still flying away from Captain Hook?" She asked the boy. "Who's Captain Hook?" He asked back. "Isn't James Hook the pirate who wants to kill Peter Pan?" "Oh yes! With Smee in his ship! Hook is afraid of his own unnaturally coloured blood and oh the saltwater crocodile."

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.