Captain Hook's Son From Descendants Novels & Stories

He raised his right hand—the blackened, cursed hand with the platinum ring. "I am Jack Sterling. Son of Robert. And I am invoking the Omega Protocol." A gasp rippled through the darkness behind the barricade. "THE SON..." the voice whispered. "THE HEIR..." There was a sound of scrambling, of metal being moved. A section of the junk wall swung open like a door. Out stepped a figure that defied description.

Maverick POV. The MC is waiting outside the building, ready to storm the place. I can see some of the members of the Sons Of Hades. One in particular sees me and I know who he is. He is called Lucky and is Hank’s son. He nods his head once at me and I look at Wild Child and nod for him to follow me. The Princes Of Darkness are in penguin suits and I’m so uncomfortable. The bloody bowtie is strangling me and I can’t wait to take it off.

How is my son, the child, connected to this? The Watcher's voice became a whisper, and his eyes got dimmer. "The key to the curse is your child. The Harbinger wasn't the only one who failed. Your forefathers were also to blame. The child is descended from both the Moon Goddess and the person who did not defend her. The remarks shattered the sense of security I had held to like a thunderclap. My son wasn't the only child. He was something much more significant, something connected to a multigenerational ancient sorrow.

She spoke to me. "Drake is an Alpha. And he is from Alpha Kendrick's descendant." I widened my eyes. "He is a son of Alpha Kendrick?" I asked trying to be sure. "Yes." "But how? How did that happen? How? What about Desmond? We all know Desmond to be the real son here. So what happened? How did that happen?"

She was the first ever ruler – the first Lord of Barbarians – and Pathfinder and Magma’s direct descendant. “Besides, he has my hair,” Primogenitor added with a smile. Indeed, Magma’s hair was directly inherited from his ancestor. His red streaks were just like hers, only a tad bit duller in brightness. “So, why are you here?” Pathfinder sighed and asked his son. Magma only came here when he had something important to share, and Pathfinder didn’t think that this time was going to be any different.

It brought to my mind the futility of wars and battles. 'We thought that you had also died or that a worst fate awaited you if you were captured. And that your brother was the only surviving heir of the late Alpha Harry OHara. You can imagine my joy when you confirmed to me that you were Luna Amelia's daughter'. 'But you are yet to tell me who my brother is', I said. 'Hope he is okay? He was not deformed due to the battle and all our mother had to go through?' I asked suddenly afraid. 'No. He was born perfect. Everything in the right place. Like I said, you've seen him before and he is none other than my adopted son, Hugh!'

It was as if he had aged ten years in just one night. A young man next to him said flatteringly, "Uncle John, after we destroy the Coopers, can we keep that bitch, Bianca? I’ve liked her for a long time and would like to have her.” His name was Percy Harrigan, and he was Caleb’s only son. “You good-for-nothing. How did your father give birth to a lecherous punk like you?” John shook his head in disappointment. Soon after, he smirked and said, “I can agree to that. I won't spare any of the Coopers.”