Cold Bloodedness The First Descendant Novels & Stories

But that pull only grows stronger with each passing day. I have made research about her. To know what makes her special enough to have two mates who are both kings, and how she is still alive. I know that she is currently pregnant, and how the baby is still in her remains a mystery because I have seen women lose their babies and their senses with far less torture. It isn’t until my diviner is called and he tells me what Hazel actually is. “A descendant of the moon goddess, your majesty. You have to be careful when dealing with her lest you anger the goddess.” My diviner said.

Carefully not to break anything, I know how werewolf mates can be sometimes… you know, the intimacy and all”, he said, chuckling. I gave him a weird stare, and headed down the hallway with Jovita, stopping when I caught sight of a book titled “The Gifted Cold Ones”. Jovita stared at me curiously as I scanned through the book. The book was filled with images and tales of cold ones. According to the book, there were only very few gifted cold ones in a generation. As little as one in a generation, in rare cases two. The one who was born with that gift had the power to rule but first, he must pass through a test before he was seen as worthy enough; to kill the greatest of their arch-enemies.

“That sounds like a bad fantasy novel.” Rhea looks at me like I’ve just insulted her dead grandmother. “The First Ones were real. Celestial beings that are older than wolves, older than fae, older than any of us. Almost no one remembers them. Except the Elders.” I stare down at my hands. They’ve stopped glowing now, but they still feel... different. Alive. “And you think I’m one of them?” “We think you might be descended from them.” “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m a werewolf. I shift. I-”

“It’s because of your bloodline, you real one.” I stared at the book, my heart thudding. “Your father.” “He wasn’t just a descendant of the moon goddess,” Helena said softly, “he was a direct descendant of the Primordials. The first spellweavers were born from the world’s raw magic not shaped by it, like the rest of us.” I felt cold and hot at once, “is that what you were hiding? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “Because we didn’t know for sure if you inherited it,” she said. “Your records were destroyed. Someone hid every trace of your past, even your father couldn’t find the truth.”

Hear the truth within. I froze, every muscle taut, my hands trembling as the embers faded but the heat remained, clinging to my skin, to my bones, to the very core of me. The baby stirred again, small kicks and nudges against the pulse of my fire. My wolf—no longer a silent whisper beneath the surface, but a voice of authority and depth—continued: Your blood carries the legacy of the First Wolves. You are not of the modern packs. You are older than their councils, older than their Alpha lines. You are fire incarnate, and you carry the spark of origins.

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."

Bone, silver thread, black stone. The ferals’ howl hits the ridge like a wave. “Hollow Queen rises. Hollow King falls. Blood for blood.” They’re coming. Hundreds. The human soldiers see them, panic, open fire. “Stop,” I shout, but no one listens. Then the crown touches my head. Silence. Everything stops, bullets mid-air, leaves mid-fall, Draven mid-seizure. The world goes white. And I see. Not memories, truth. My father in a lab, thirty years ago. The first witch chained, bleeding into vials. My father splicing her blood with wolf DNA, making the first feral. Not cursed. Made.

"The very first Alpha migrated to Australia with his own Beta and Gamma, and formed the Imperial Pack. The very first Gamma went to South America in the A****n with his own Alpha and Beta and formed the Roseum Pack. And the first Beta-" "Was here" I realized in excitement. "The first Beta wolf was here in England! In the Emerald Pack. Y-You-You are a descendant of the very first Beta wolf made by the moon aren’t you? So that means Alex and Jody are descendants too and-" "You" He added. "You Zoey are a descendant of the first Beta wolf made by the moon itself." I was speechless as I stared at him in utter shock. What?

That got a few small laughs around the room, even from Cassandra. Celeste moved to the side of the table where the paper draft was waiting, then drew the first line herself in clean, precise script. **Ice Ability Grimoire – Level 1** **Foundational Principle:** *Cold is not absence. Cold is direction.* She paused, then added a second line beneath it. **User Goal:** *Learn to summon, guide, and sustain cold without losing breath or balance.* Cassandra stared at the words as if they might shift if she looked too hard.

I glared back at Kimi. The girl opened her mouth again and prepared to explain again, “When the ritual takes place, the blood of the descendants in the bodies of the servants, Trudy is no exception, they all react. Then the authenticity of their form is seen, but they don't know it and they also can't control to return to their previous form." "The maids other than Trudy have pale white skin, do they..." "Dracula. They are descendants of that nation." Instantly my whole body went limp to know the truths that had been hidden even though they had always been by my side for a very long time.