Novel & Cerita Descendants Beast

We were born with the divine gift of bearing sacred beasts. Ten thousand years ago, a great war broke out among the beast clans. The only sacred beast sacrificed itself for the lives of countless others. Since then, its bloodline withered away, and no sacred beasts had been born. And now, Rosalie and I were the only hope of bearing one. It had been declared throughout the beast clans that whoever gave birth to a sacred beast would be crowned as beast king. In my previous life, on our coming-of-age day, Rosalie was the first to pick Charles Summer, the prince of the zilant clan. She was hoping to give birth to a sacred beast and claim the throne.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

*Bella* It had been two weeks since Casey and I discovered the first hybrid supernatural being in this universe. I honestly didn’t think we would find a demon and angel hybrid, maybe a vampire and a wolf or maybe a fairy and a dwarf but a demon angel? I would have never in my life betted on that. But he asked us for help and he seems like a good guy to have on our side. He’s capable of taking care of Ember and I care about that girl a lot. Ember and I have been friends ever since I can remember and I’ll never abandon her. So any boyfriend of hers is a friend to me.

he began, and I twitched my lips, drifting away,y from the irrelevant lecture. “Telling me the name of the beast isn’t what I want, I need to know the problem to find a solution,” I groaned. “There is only one being that can destroy the beast.” My brows snapped up as I finally gave him my attention. “Who?” I asked impatiently. “A descendant of the moon goddess.” The frown on my face returned and I glared at Ethan. There is nothing like a descendant of the moon goddess. They only exist in the stories we were told when we were still pups. What nonsense is this old wizard spewing?

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.

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.

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

"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!" ***

You can now devour Edict unscrupulously from the living and the dead; from elements and from nature. *Beast Language: You have been blessed by the Beast Gods who appreciate your eagerness to see beasts as equals. You can now understand the speech of intelligent beasts and find favor in their presence. Soul-Body Integration: 85% “Well, that explains a lot.” Mane murmured, and Hildegarde who was watching the Stats Window next to him nodded her head in agreement.

The Beast King resembled the demon from the memory of their ancestor from the Book of Oath to a frightening degree. It could be no coincidence. Both the King and the princess looked like their ancestors who signed the Oath. What could it mean? Perhaps they were indeed the destined pair for sacrifice... The King’s eyes were golden, a trait of Royal Beats but now that he wasn’t hiding his demon shadow, all the witches here could tell he was a half-demon. He was the descendant of both, the beast who signed the pledge and the demon who signed the pledge. Most of all it meant, as the King was likely from that demon’s descendants, which will mean he was the only one who can close the doors to the