Descendants 2 It's Goin Down Novels & Stories

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

"It recognizes descendants." "It recognizes succession." He looked directly at Dani's stomach. "It welcomed two generations." --- The implication settled heavily over the room. Dani instinctively covered her abdomen. "Our baby..." Victor nodded. "The first second-generation descendant." --- Before Julian could respond, the office door slid shut behind them with a loud metallic clang. Electronic locks engaged. One after another. Ethan rushed to the control panel. "It sealed us in." The monitor changed again. The countdown had begun. ARCHIVE PURGE IN 13:42

James glances once at Valentina, who silently walks away towards the back door. Evan crosses his arms. "You're brave, girl." James cracks a smile. "And you know what? I think we know exactly what you can do for us." Trembling, but very grateful to be alive, all Elena does is lower her head and murmur: "I'm listening."

Even if other Fire volts try to open it but they are not descendants of the Jivosaa family, then they will fail. Seconds later after Aven activated the pin, the floor in front of him slid open in a two-by-two meter square. A descending staircase was visible from above, leading down to the dark underground. Aven carried Asura back on his back, gritting his teeth as the pain in his wound was like biting bone. The man then descended, while the secret door slowly closed again automatically.

“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.”

The pair berated one another while they fought, revealing every wrongdoing they had done throughout the years. The more Derek listened to them, the more crestfallen he became. He thought of the five babies he'd caused Nicole to miscarry over the years. He murdered his own children and hurt me—the woman who loved him. Right at this moment, one of his subordinates charged into the room. He yelled, "Bad news, boss! The estate's basement caught on fire, and Mrs. Church is still locked up underground!"

“Walt’s waiting for you downstairs in the basement apartment. He says you haven’t exactly been nice to him.” She felt her eyes flare out as her stomach churned. Surely this was a joke. “You want me to go down there and apologize to him?” Damien chuckled, shaking his head. “I want you to go down there and apologize to him in only the way you can. You’ll give that old man anything he wants.”

"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!" ***

“Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?” Samantha, sitting beside me, bared her teeth like a little leopard. “That’s right, apologize! Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to take other people’s things without permission?” Ashley shrank back in fright, hiding behind Sean. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, “My parents are both gone. No one ever taught me that. Besides, there are so many cookies here, I only had a tiny piece. Why are you being so aggressive?”