Decendants Novels & Stories

Amber says and Jarret begins to protest. "Shut up and allow me to save you" Amber screams at her dying mother. "Shut up child. I don't have much time left" "It pains me to say this but I am not your mother," Jarret says as Amber looked at her confused. "I don't understand mamma," Amber says. "Shut up and listen to me. You are Princess Anderson Mendenhall. you are the rightful heir to the throne. Your parents are Jonah and Aries Mendenhall" Jarret says as Amber couldn't find the words to say.

"I have this memories that feels like it's mine but of a different time. A memory that does not belong to this particular mind or body." He nodded sagely, "it's because you're a descendant." She turned to face him, "what is a descendant?" "Descendants are any kind of supernatural humans that can reincarnate and pass down their memories from body to body through time." "So I reincarnate?" "Indeed." ★★★★ They returned home to a mouth watering meal of Macaroni and cheese prepared by Angelus. Each of them gathered at he dining table; except Cassie and Brandy of course, who had returned to their various homes.

Pathfinder was the title he had been given by the other six because he was the first to rediscover the path to the realm of Phenoms in the Barbarian Race in the last 2000 years. “And why would I do that? Just like you he is my descendant, and I always pamper my descendants.” Primogenitor waved away Pathfinder’s advice like she was swatting a fly. The Primogenitor was the first ancestor. She had lived longer than anyone in Intersection, and had been present since the time the three races were allies, to the times of the first war, and was still alive now. So vast were her experiences that no one remembered her actual name, and neither did she. She was the first ever ruler – the first Lord of

"But, what if that girl isn't an ordinary human? what if she's a descendant of the lord of Lithonia?" "Aiden will lose control and he will lose his human form. The demon lord confined within his body will take full control of Aiden! "No! that can't happen!" "Ordinary humans or not, all they need to do is have a child that makes the curse pass on to the child that is born!" "But, what will happen if the child is born to parents who come from different breeds?" "I don't know, this never happened! but clearly, any choice is still dangerous. What Aiden is planning, that's what we must know before he goes any further!" ***

Ten ninjas might not seem to be a lot, but a family with ten male young descendants could be regarded as a rather large family. First of all, these ten young adults had at least one or two older generations above them, consisting of their grandparents, parents, uncles, and aunts, which added up to at least ten people. Secondly, the ten young adults were all men. There were hardly any families who had all-male offsprings. If the ratio of men to women offsprings was one to one, there would be at least ten female descendants. Thirdly, at least half of the ten male young adults were married and had children of their own.

Still, I stepped across the threshold and the heavy stone door shut behind me with a loud crack. Vaelorra walked toward the room at the end of the basement, and I followed silently. She approached the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested. Her fingers moved along their spines as though she knew every book by heart. I remained beside the huge desk, supporting my tired body with my palms. “An Unspun descendant,” she began, “is one from the bloodline of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her.

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

I asked curiously. “Yes, we do. Horus’s descendants can only produce males, and Nut’s descendants can only produce females. We know Alsie and her mother were descendants of Nut because they are females. I am a male, and I produced male heirs because I and now, you three are the descendants of Horus.”

Afterwards the locals had been frozen out of the information flow. "Hang on to your disbelief," I cautioned Esmeralda. "My Father and I are descendants, by an ancient male line, of a deceased A****n First House. My ancestor dates back to the end of the Second Betrayal. He was sent on an official mission and told someone would come back to him and the few males with him." "Since he was on the rolls of the Host, so were all his offspring - until my Father and me," I said. I let her digest that.

You do not need to tell a wolf twice to sit for food, so it only took a couple of minutes for everyone to shift their arses quickly and be seated. Barely had the last arse touched down, had Dad stood up to give a speech himself. It was all about maintaining good pack relationships with each other, building new ones, congratulations to those that had found their mates and other trivial stuff of the same. He also announced the birthday of his future heir; Elijah. It being his eighteenth today and now being able to find his mate etc, etc. By the time Dad had finished speaking, the first course of six, yes six, had finished being placed in front of all of us by the many waiters and waitresses th