Novel & Cerita Descendants Morgie

I might not have the golden genes my family is haywire about, but I have one thing that hurt my mother more than a cancerous ailment. I'm her mirror reflection; her clone. Mei pulls me through a series of dresses while I tend to my wild hair with the only old hairbrush I owned. My unruly curls even threaten to tangle the brush like the way those giant octopuses seized and capsized pirate ships back in those days, and I argue with it and pull at it until Mei leaves the disarrayed wardrobe and darts to my rescue. Morgana Anthens loves her children and is passionate about molding them to be the best Vampire Hunters out there.

“And who was responsible for this?” I asked, widening my eyes in confusion. “Elisa is a distant descendant of ours,” Morgana explained. “Distant?” I asked, furrowing my brow. “That means she wasn't born with the magic of the ancestors but was blessed by them to be able to use their powers.” Isadora rolled her eyes as she spoke with disdain. “I see,” I sighed. “And Conan? Could he have inherited the magic of his ancestors? He's also a hybrid, right?”

said Elmer was fixing Morgan's jacket collar. "I understand that too, Elmer. I really appreciate Sarena because she never hides the identity of the children, that they are werewolf descendants, but she also makes the choice to raise them as ordinary humans, which makes me a little sad," said Morgan. "I feel sure that my children are true werewolves, even though their mother is a hybrid." Morgan sighed. He knew Sarena's reasons were reasonable, but he also didn't want to lose them again and he needed them in his life.

"For three hundred years." "For three hundred years, I've been trapped inside this curse, watching it destroy the very people I tried to protect. Every set of twins. Every rejected mate. Every kingdom that fell." Morgana looked at Aria with eyes full of ancient grief. "Until you." Aria met her gaze. "Why me?" "Because you're the first descendant strong enough to hold both my spirit and your own. Because your wolf—my wolf, the one I was meant to have—recognized you the moment you walked into that castle. And because you understand something that no one else in three centuries has understood."

She growls in disapproval at my sarcastic tone. “The Walker’s are witches Rosalie. Which means that any descendants are witches too.” “Honestly Nina, have you been living under a rock?” I was growing more than agitated. “Think Rosalie, what did Morag tell you? She told you that every witch that has ever lived is written…” “In the great grimoire.” I finished. Her meaning dawning on me. “That’s it, Nina. You’re a genius. If Melinda has any descendants, they will all be listed in the witch’s spell book.”

Morgan smiled. Julia Blackstorm looked surprised, "What are you talking about? Do you know what is your identity? You are a descendant of the Blackstorm family, not to mention that you are the head of the Blackstorm Group, of course, it is a sensation! If you are a child of an ordinary family, no one will concern. But you are from the Blackstorm family, don’t you know?” “Auntie, you are serious! I am a descendant of the Blackstorm family, but I am no different from ordinary people. I just got married and married a wife. That's all, how come they have risen to such a height?" Morgan shook his head and smiled.

Ava squeezed his free hand. "This little girl—Catherine Morgan King—she carries the names of both our families. Both our legacies. The Kings and the Morgans, united in her. That's what I want for my children. A legacy of survival. Of resilience. Of love that doesn't quit, even when everything else falls apart."

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.

After that, Morticia had gone overseas to gather pirates of names big and small, finally forming the Sea Dragon Palace. Not long after that, Morticia gave birth. Based on blood relation, the baby was a Fiend descendant but was also related to Darryl. In other words, the baby was Ambrose's brother from another mother. With a relationship like this, it was only logical that their genetics were the same as well. "That b*tch.." Finally, Veron returned to her senses. She snatched the papers over, looking at them briefly before stepping out of the hospital.

I couldn't get bothered especially when I knew he didn't mean anything he just said I mean I just beat the hell out of him there's no way he will apologize from his heart. After I was done, I left the room. Turns out the ceremony had already begun and I was really late but I didn't care. I sat next to my father's chair as he made a speech about his tenor then he turned to me. "I am happy to declare my daughter_ Raven Dawson as the next beta of the pack. " The silence from the pack was loud as my father and I started the ritual and I felt a sudden sense of power within me. "Thank you." I let go of his hands and left the stage as I refused to address anyone.