Cold Bloodedness The First Descendant Novels & Stories

“…something that existed long before the first wolf ever walked the earth.” Silence. Complete silence. Thalia stared at them. Her mind struggling to catch up. “…That’s not possible,” she whispered. The woman held her gaze. “It is.” Thalia shook her head slightly. “No… that doesn’t make sense.” “It will,” the man said again. She let out a shaky breath. “Then explain it to me.” Another pause. Then— The woman spoke again. “You are a descendant of the original blood.” Thalia’s brows pulled together.

she said slowly, "is a direct descendant of the First Ones." The room went silent. "I don't understand," I said. "The First Ones were the original wolves. The ones who came before the packs. Before the Council. Before everything." Dr. Hayes sat down heavily in the chair beside my bed. "They were said to be immortal. Or close to it. They could shift at will. Heal from almost any wound. Carry children that should have been impossible to carry." "And they're all gone now?"

His hair was wet, the mug in his hand tilting slightly as he took a slow sip of coffee. “You bathed already?” I asked, caught off guard. “Looks like I’m more curious than you are about this whole descendant stuff,” he replied, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. I hesitated before speaking again. “What if he found the wrong person? Or what if we’re wrong about me being a Blackwood descendant?” The thought slipped out before I could stop it. It wasn’t impossible. He shook his head. “Your blood was used to create hybrids. That alone confirms it. You’re a descendant. You’re exactly who he’s searching for.” His tone was steady, almost comforting, as if he thought I was afraid I wasn’t.

Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”

“Both families faced many perils after discovering the Transcending Ice Crystal. Many kingdoms were jealous of such weapons and had sought to rob them of their possessions. Such a weapon is considered a god send as nothing could stop it. Everyone lusted for that power. There was little they could do to stop them. All the kingdoms slowly hunted both families were and killed. Some were tourched to give up the location of the mine. All of that and resisted had died.” She slowly continued with a slight pause. She knew for what she was going to say cause stirred emotions. “Many years later both families betrothed their eldest children and send them off in to a remote part of the world to continue

Dozens of them. "My name is Milos," he said. His voice was rough, accented. Balkan, maybe. "And I know the secret hidden in those bones." My heart stopped. "What secret?" Milos smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Your father wasn't just a half-blood," he said. "He was a descendant. The last of a line that should have ended centuries ago." "What are you talking about?" "The First Wolf." Milos's black eyes gleamed. "The creature who created our kind. The one who walked the earth before humans, before wolves, before anything."

In the heat of the neural merge, a memory surfaced that hadn't been in the mountain files. He saw himself as a child, but the perspective was wrong. He wasn't looking at his father; he was looking through a lens. He saw Silas Vance leaning over a cradle, his face illuminated by the glow of a primitive Architect prototype. Silas wasn't whispering words of love; he was reciting strings of hexadecimal code. "You are the vessel, Alexander. The first of the New Breed. Your blood is the bridge between the carbon and the silicon."

As if because of the words of the First Emperor, his realm immediately soared to half-step to the other shore! Fitzgerald had formed his human shape at this moment. With a frown and a sneer, he said, “Today has given me constant surprises. Alliance Master Yarn has actually made a breakthrough in his realm. So, you’re a descendant of the First Emperor. No wonder.” As Fitzgerald said that, he held the demonic sword in his hand, which was pitch-black and emitting a demonic aura. His figure blasted out abruptly as he slashed his sword at Alliance Master Yarn! “Back then, the First Emperor destroyed the pioneers of my people. Now, I really want to find out what kind of strength the descendants of

She made you write it. Ludo looked at her mother dropping the piece of paper. She felt scared and had racing thoughts. She felt even more dizzy and lightheaded. She felt a rising feeling from her stomach to her throat. Her whole body became numb and tingly. She looked at her mother one more time and turned her head in Hunter and Evan's direction. Ludo lost awareness and sounds became strange. She could feel a smell like that of a burning rubber. Her vision became blurry. She fell to the floor with her face hitting it so hard that she bit her lower lip and blood oozed out of her mouth. Her body became rigid then her hands started twitching and then spread to all the body parts. Her whole body

King Torvald said, snapping out of his shock. “What happened here?” Shysie asked. “Your guess is as good as mine,” King Torvald said. “Do you think everyone is dead?” Paris asked. “No, I saw some species fled but the Royal Lycan brothers are back, with Jessica,” King Torvald said, walking towards his room. “I didn’t notice any hunter kids in the chapel,” Shysie said, wondering about them. “They are safe, hiding under a spell in the Vampire wing,” King Torvald said. No one knew this but all the hunters are descendants of his DNA as his DNA was used to create the first hunters in 1900 with the first successful birth of a hunter in 1917.