Descendants 2 Ways To Be Wicked Novels & Stories

# Flashback Ends After a thousand years passed, I was patiently waiting for her reincarnation. But this time, I will finish her off for good before I perish. If I were to cease from existing, Gina's reincarnation should not live either. Just then, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. My time was drawing near. I need to get rid of this scarlet witch. And my best weapon was Dexter. He was a greedy man, and all I had to do was instill in him more greed. I made him wood out of the mirror moon pack with the intent of getting rid of the scarlet Witch's reincarnation. But that didn't happen. When her powers were taken, she ought to have died, but she survived.

"Please. I want to know." He grunts quietly and leans forward. He kisses my neck, and I let out a soft whimper as he moves back to my ear. "I took over the family by force," he whispers, pushing my knees apart, spreading my legs. I let out a soft gasp as he slowly moves up the hem of my dress, kissing my neck as he does it. "I committed the worst sin a member of this family could ever commit. I killed the lord and I took his place."

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

My hands begin to tremble at the thought. “A means to make sure your father doesn’t suffer the most horrible death in Mistral Hollow,” he says, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You know that casting out a werewolf can induce rogueness. No one spares a rogue—they’re killed at first sight. What a horrible way to go… I heard it. You lost Alec to it. Don’t want Reginald Wildewood to end that way, huh? Then do this. End the life of your bastard husband.”

Mavin laughed as he sat in his chair. "At least I never let them know about us. Unlike you, who is really showing himself." I replied. "Mavin, are you really showing off about us? It may be dangerous for the both of you if they find your true identity." Mom asked worriedly. "That is why I told you that separating from us is really bad." she added. Our mom does not want us to live on our own. She is scared that we might not be safe and might be in danger. My mom is a human who became a werewolf in the process. My dad made her into one with my mom's consent.

“You can harvest sun rays or so Sia tells me. No regular human can do that. Let alone a witch. Only descendants are able to obtain such power.” “Descendants? The only parent I ever had was my grandmother. I doubt she could…” “What about your mother? What do you know about her?” Teya paused at his question. She didn’t know anything about her. Never even gave her a second thought once she was old enough to stop caring about it. She looked away from Dean then with shame. He smiled, unusually charismatic and happy. “I knew there was something special about you when you walked into the hospital. What is weird to me though is how fate has you as a witch and a breeder with this power. Your mother a

Ginika said, as if sensing her discomfort. “What does that mean— “No, Abi. We are safe. Whatever happened to me, yesterday destroyed every dark creature in the face of the earth. It had killed Zita and had returned your spirit back to its body.” “But, what about Gen?” “She is fine and healthy, just that she is no longer a vampire.” “Poor, Gen. She must be feeling sad about it.” “I don’t think so,” Ginika chuckled. “She said she hated being a Vampire, despite the power and the immortality.”

This game would never end, even if he had to drag them all down to hell with him. It was because she knew him that she came up with this. There was nothing more important than staying alive. He didn’t know how, but she had somehow managed to get all their descendants to compromise. “But they had gotten so much from their grandparents! How could we allow them to get away so easily?!” Quincey said, unable to accept it. Their predecessors had committed such heavy sins, but the descendants didn’t need to bear any responsibilities because they were all dead. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

He hugged me tightly while I inhaled his sweet scent, hugging tightly to his broad chest. "Nothing can change us not even the past can come between us, we are stronger than the past and the sins of our fathers can not hunt us anymore" "How come you have powers?" "Werewolves do have powers" He chuckled "Yours is mysterious" "My mother is the last descendant of the demon and partly a witch too, the last of her kind and I was favored to be blessed with a demon a good one, his name is Lugard" "And who's Lady Bianca?"

Killing our wolf was a crime against nature itself. “It's horrible, but it's something that would give you so much power you wouldn't know what to do with it,” Daemon explained. “A person who descends is a person who loses everything to gain more than they had. She sacrificed so much that the darkness rewarded her with a unique ability that the vampires are going to use ad nauseam until they have access to Elara and the baby's blood.” “Do you think they'll use that magic in some eugenics project?” My grandfather asked without hesitation, and Daemon nodded. “Would that be the purpose of Elara's blood and the baby's?”