Cold Bloodedness The First Descendant Novels & Stories

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

"You carry his blood." Elara froze. "What?" The Shadow Wolf whispered, "The First Healer. The one who imprisoned me. You are her descendant." Silence. Nyx looked at Killian. "That was the first time anyone learned the Moonborn line descended from the First Healer." Killian struggled to process everything. The Shadow Wolf suddenly lunged. Elara raised her hands, moonlight exploded, and a deafening roar echoed. Then, silence. When the light faded, the Shadow Wolf was gone, dragged back into his prison. But Elara had collapsed, bleeding, weak, and dying.

The roar of uncontrolled energy ripped through the training field as a young player named Jax slammed into the ground, his body flickering between human form and something wild and glowing. Kane stepped forward first, his boots kicking up dust under the harsh camp lights. "Easy there, kid. Breathe through it. You are not breaking. You are shifting into who you are meant to be."

We found out about it after we claimed the mansion as ours. We searched the whole building, looking for any clue as to why the boss was so obsessed with me ever since he got me. After a thorough search of his office, we managed to find some documents about me. There was everything, my real name, my age, my parents, my family background. Reading it all, the reason of boss' actions towards me became clear. I am a direct descendant of the first Undead the witch, Thalia, created – my grandfather. He had a child with a human then my father also had a child with a human, that is why my Undead side stayed dormant. The blood transfusion I received from Aiden and Asher woke up that side and enforced

Amity looks at me with shock as she says, “That’s right. Annalise, how did you know?” “Amity, I am not stupid. I did a research paper at school on my family history and found that there were only females with the occasional male born to the 2nd or 3rd daughter of each new generation. So now that I know that I am a descendant daughter of the Moon Goddess, I realised a few weeks ago that any pups I had would be daughters... Would be females.” I turn my head and look over at Fredrick and Nicolas, as I don’t know if they have thought about this. Tears sting my eyes as I whisper,

I said. "Alright. What's going on?" He asked. "Well, these creatures that are attacking us. Attacking the human town. I just figured out that they've been after me since I was a baby. And I just found out that they are descendants from the very first vampire." I said. "What?" He asked, getting quiet. "Yeah. You got any information on that?" I asked. "No one messes with the first vampire." He said. "Is it still alive?" I asked.

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.

but not powerless. And now? His wolf form still slumbers, his transformation incomplete, yet the embers glow. Each kiss from Zenith stokes the flame. Each shared breath kindles what I have always been. Inferno. Flame without end. And Zenith... oh, Zenith. The girl glows with forgotten light. She is no mere human. She is a descendant of those the world once knelt to for healing, the bloodline that touched both the divine and the damned. I knew it the moment her hands brushed Alejandro's forehead during a fevered night.

The fear was palpable. "You thought the Lycan gene was a mutation," Garrett said. "You thought it was biology." He touched the cold black metal of the coffin. "But it is not," Garrett whispered. "It is a legacy. A gift from the stars." He looked at me with wild eyes. "This is the Progenitor," Garrett said. "The First Wolf. He fell from the sky ten thousand years ago. His blood is the source of all of us." "You are lying," I said. "It is a myth."

I asked, my voice echoing in the vast chamber. ​Marcus smiled, a ghastly stretching of skin. "This is the progenitor. The original Sterling who realized that the human body is a failing vessel. This is the consciousness that wrote the first line of the Black Ledger in 1912. We’ve kept him alive through every phase, every war, every evolution. But he needs a new home, Nora. He needs a body that can withstand the raw power of the Ledger without burning out." ​He looked at my stomach. ​"The Third Prototype," I whispered, horror dawning on me. "You aren't trying to activate the children. You're waiting for the birth. You want to put that into my baby."