Novel & Cerita Descendants 1 Song

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

A broken sob escaped my lips. “Why?” I whispered. My voice trembled. “Why me?” But nobody answered. The pain continued tearing through me as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. “What did I do wrong?” I wasn’t speaking to Xavier anymore, I was speaking to the Moon Goddess herself. “What have I ever done to deserve this?” My voice cracked. “I tried so hard.” The words came out between sobs. “I tried to be good, I tried to help as many as I could, I tried to make my parents proud, to be the perfect daughter.”

But no matter what lay ahead, we would face it together. As we continued our descent, the eerie silence was shattered by a haunting melody that echoed through the labyrinth. The song of the Forgotten, an ancient hymn that spoke of lost times and lost battles, resonated with our own struggles, filling us with a strange sense of dread. "What is that?" I asked Eldric, my voice barely a whisper. Eldric's gaze was distant, his eyes filled with ancient pain and loss. "It's the Song of the Forgotten, a reminder of our past, our struggles, and the destiny that awaits us."

The light dimmed, the spotlight on us, and the music began. The music played was none other than Despacito by Justin Bieber, Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee. I had personally asked for that song because it explains how I feel when I'm with her. “This is my song to you, baby. I'll translate” I whispered into her ears, ***Come on over in my direction So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah Turn every situation into heaven, yeah Oh, you are….*** She literally raised her brows at me,

Startled and confused, councilor Desmond reached to silence his communicator, only to freeze in his tracks when he heard Noah humming along to this unfamiliar tune. The onset of dread caused councilor’s pupils to shrink into needles, and his face paled. “Apologies for spamming your unregistered number with messages, councilor.” Noah once again motioned his glass towards the man, “Do you know this song? It has a rather appropriate name…”– Noah’s musical chuckle reverberated through the hall – “The Final Countdown.” The corners of Noah’s mouth curved up in a devastating smile, “Unfortunately, yours has just dropped to zero.”

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

The girl's head seemed to be breaking… or maybe it was already. The soprano voice suddenly stopped. Venus was still crying and sobbing brokenly. Then, the soprano voice began to sing. O, The Bizura Princess from the Death Your beginning has damaged the order Your birth is Darkness Your roots are so terrible The attacker will turn black The Listener is quiet The traitor does not sink And the light turns darkening O, Descendant of the Hatred, Grappling of Death I sang reluctantly Have time to remember a slogan "Revenge must be avenged"

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”