Captain Hook's Son From Descendants Novels & Stories

Tobias looked at me with a quirked eyebrow, “You already know?” he said. “Yeah, I already know. The Origin Alpha, right? That fucking treacherous line of egotistical morons. Gill’s descendants have been trying to snag a daughter of Selena for generations. Came close at one point, but they never succeeded in joining the lines” I snarled.

She contentedly throws her question. “Vincent is the son of Captain Black Beard. The only son and the right arm of his thrown. He knows your name because you were assigned to him as his target to get you killed by that night. Captain Black Beard command his son, Keiynan, to capture you that night you’ve escaped. But because of his lustful desire. He chose to let you stay for a night at his house at the forest so he can settle up and get to his plan to you.” Hana was poured out of cold bucket of water as what she feels right the moment, she heard the fact about Keiynan. Her eyes starting to release her emotions. She can’t believe what she heard. The fact behind his goodness towards her.

They were praised as one of the rarest gems! “What is your name? Where did you come from? Why do you have the Eternal Depths Sapphire?” Exclaimed Israel! X did not not seemed to care for the topic as he mostly disregarded it. “I am X, Son of Kon, last descendant of the Han clan. I do not have much on me, other than that what you see. I did not know that my possessions value was worth more than life. I will say this only once. I have slayed your kin, do not tempt me any further for those left will join him.” X said bitterly.

“I need Lincoln’s DNA. He… I believe that I could use it to make more werewolves.” I kept quiet, urging him to continue. “Do you know Ravenhead?” I felt my entire being froze. What did a female legendary Fae warrior have to do with this story? Ravenhead was the first female to have ever joined the ranks of Crimson Cloaks—Fae’s group of elite warriors. “She had a son.” “The son was killed.” Maximillian grinned. “Said who?” “He’s dead.” “No, he wasn’t FOUND.” Maximillian gestured to the walls filled with papers and strings to connect them all. “I’ve done years and years of research trying to find the descendants of that son. And there I have him.” He nodded towards Lincoln.

“If you’re watching this, I’m dead. And you’re still alive. Congratulations.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “I planned for every outcome except one: that my own son would choose the monster over blood. So here’s my final gift. Or curse. Whichever you decide.” He leaned closer to the camera. “You, Alex, are not just my son. You are my heir. My biological heir. The only one. Your mother never told you the truth because I paid her not to. The man you thought was your father, the one who left after she died, was sterile. I made sure of it. You carry my blood. My name. My legacy.”

"The crystal was hidden in the original Romero vault, and your father passed it to Vince before his death.” I thought for a moment, then looked at Bondago. "And you. What's your part in this? Why are you looking for the crystal too? You can't be Supreme Re; you're of no royal blood." Bondago squatted before me, took the last drag of his cigarette, then looked at me with hooded eyes. "I'm from the Eagle descendant, Romero. I may not be of royalty, but the mother of my son is." I frowned; my brain felt like it was fogged.

We had to discuss the recent attacks and death of an alpha by the warlocks and make their presence known to everyone. We spoke to a few alphas at a time because dealing with them all was a headache. Hillside's new Alpha, Desmond, who's the recently passed Alpha Reginald's son, was here. He looked strong and determined. Next to him sat Alpha Xavier and his son Sebastian from Redmoon. Alpha Brandon and his son Daniel from Blackcresent Moon and Alpha Connor, and his son, Roman from Blackbloods pack. We all sat with worry etched on our faces. Us sons, all for the exception of Desmond, listened and gave feedback when we could, but our fathers spoke most. After about another hour or so, our father

Xander raised one eyebrow, "why him?" The spy smiled slightly, "their eldest son refused to join and is currently serving time in a dungeon for insubordination." "What about Luciad's family? Do you have any evidence that they are also involved in the organization?" The blue-eyed man in front of Xander seemed to let out a long sigh, "they are the direct descendants of the alpha wolves who committed mass murder in the era of your late grandfather's leadership, sir." "But how is that possible? Didn't my grandfather get rid of all their descendants?"

I lit his cigar and poured myself my favourite whiskey to cool off my brain. He is the closest I can call a friend. Our similar age can be the reason. We grew up and trained together until I was sent to the States by his father, the former Capo. “I haven’t decided yet. A part of me wants to lock him here forever. I wonder how a snob like Desmond fathered two incompetent sons. They’re going to cause his downfall before he reaches his grave.” I said glancing over the small cell where I had kept my second prize that I demanded from Desmond soon after the wedding.

"Get back in there and fix him." She nodded quickly, scurrying away before I could say another word. I exhaled sharply, turning to Viktor, who stood beside me, silent but alert. "You...!" I growled dangerously. My own son, my heir. He had been in charge of security, and he failed disgracefully. "Explain to me," I said, my voice deceptively calm. "How the hell did this happen?" I noticed Viktor's jaw tightened, but he met my gaze without flinching. He knew better than to make excuses.