Descendants Monologues Novels & Stories

she revealed, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and urgency. I felt a sudden heaviness settle in the pit of my stomach. The realization that I was the sole remaining descendant of our family's lineage hit me like a thunderbolt. Images of my ancestors, the ones who had come before me, flashed through my mind, as if their spirits were whispering their stories into my ear.

He said. Imperial family my ass! The monarch in this country was long gone! And how did they even know I'm a descendant? Did they scanned my whole body with some advanced equipment or something? I told him he's delusional and that i wasn't the one he was looking for. I showed him my house which was an old apartment with a hole on the roof, creaking floor and smelly hallways. "If i was a royalty or something i wouldn't be living here and should be enjoying luxury, but I'm not, so get out! "

The lecture was all about descents this time. “There are four know descents, can someone tell me what these are?” the professor asked. Antonella hastily raised her arm eager to answer the question. I’ve never seen her so pro-active before, I guess she really likes the professor. “Yes Lady Locke?” “The descents are, the god’s or goddess’ descent, fairy descent, the siren descents, and dwarf’s descent.” Nellie answered confidently.

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 think I got this talent from my third grandmother's inheritance.” “Huh? How?” Venus said didn't understand. “What do you mean by the third grandmother?” “My grandma’s grandma’s grandma,” Virzash answered confused. Apparently he saw the blank expression of Venus, because he then explained, “My grandmother has a grandmother. Well, my grandmother's grandmother has another grandmother. That grandma is what I mean.” Shad chuckled irritably. “That's not important, you know?!” Shad retorted seriously. “The important thing is, you become like us!”

She had never really seen her friend’s face again after the first time she descended into the living realm but hearing each other’s voices was enough to make them feel like they weren’t alone. “I wanted to see you too. If only I can fly up to the moon…” Morgan said as he raised his arms and made his fingers looked like he was reaching for the moon. If only he could, then he would be able to see her and escaped the cruelty this world offers him now that he was nothing but a useless bum for everyone. “You won’t like it here. Maybe I should be the one to descend there soon? I wanted to see the places you’ve told me about. I wanted to see your Mama, your Papa, and Callum!” She said in an excited

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.

She felt like such a contradiction. Once the soup was done, she poured it into a bowl and walked over to the small kitchen table. Halfway there, she heard a ruckus outside and diverted her direction, heading to the window instead. Outside, she noticed Dean and the old man who lived in the basement arguing with each other over the chain-l**k fence that separated the two properties. While she could hear their bickering, she couldn’t make out exactly what they said. All she could tell was that neither of them looked happy with the other one. From her brief encounters with both of them, she could see why they were at odds. Both seemed abnormally rude to people. Dean was just like Damien: cocky,

She smiles and motions for me to keep walking. “Are you a descendant?” I ask. “Yes. We share the same father. Both my parents were descendants. When my mother died, My father remarried and Sunnie was born. She wasn’t always bad?” she tells me. “Sunnie was left out of a lot. Descendants are very ritualistic people. Well, We were until we got trapped in the void. You got us out. You saved all of us with your light.” “Key, I do not remember anything. I have fragments and that is it.” I reach for her. “I want to remember everything.”

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'