Descendants Novels & Stories

Maybe even babies could sense the threads that connected us all through blood and loss and choices made in darkness. The Phoenix Council had grown beyond my wildest hopes. Forty-three confirmed descendants now, scattered across seven territories. Some came with children, others with stories of families hidden so deep even they hadn't known their heritage. We met quarterly in different locations—neutral ground, always, to avoid the politics of pack territories.

The black stone was still there. Then a message appeared above them. Not in the language of the old system. Not in the language of the Source. It was something older. Something that didn't feel like a message. It felt like a fact. FIRST SOURCE: DESCENDANT FIRST LIGHT: DESCENDANT FIRST MEMORY: DESCENDANT FIRST LIFEFORM: DESCENDANT FIRST CHILD: DESCENDANT FIRST OBSERVER: DESCENDANT Elara's blood ran cold. Another line appeared. ORIGIN: UNCREATED Elias stared at it.

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 knew there was no way that she could back out at this point since her elder brother and her were the only descendants of Songs. There was nobody else in the younger generation or so what she thought.

One of the workers unfolded the nearest bundle carefully before freezing completely. His expression changed instantly. “What?” Jax asked. The engineer handed me the paper silently. It was a list of names. Families. Locations. My chest tightened immediately when I realized what I was looking at. Records of descendants. Hidden descendants. The royal bloodline never disappeared after the kingdom collapsed. It scattered. Jax moved closer again while I kept reading. “Oh, this keeps getting worse.” One section near the bottom had been marked differently from the others. Black ink circled the final names repeatedly like whoever wrote i

The enchantress announced before giving Alpha Romero a meaningful glance. The leader of the pack nodded while his wife, Calliope gently and assuringly squeezed on his arms before letting him walk away to present himself in the middle of the crowd. “With that being said, I, Alpha Romero Muller, leader of the Crescent Walkers announces my plans of carrying out my legacy towards my first born son, Morgan Muller.” Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard the news straight from his father’s lips. He momentarily felt happiness surge into his heart before a thought hit him.

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee tabl

“Sunnie is not one of us. But she has always been there and followed us. Her defecting is a great loss.” I am really confused. “Wait so Sunnie is not a descendant? Then how does she fit in?” I ask. Sam looks at Mayhem. He nods at him to give him the okay to tell me. “Sunnie is a child of a descendant and a mortal. She is not a full-blooded descendant. All of us are descendants of descendants. Every single one of us both parents can be traced back to the watchers. Not Sunnie only her father was a descendant. I guess she felt like an outsider with us. She did not have to feel that way. We all loved her.” Sam says.

Thousands. Maybe millions. The representation layer had not recovered children. It had recovered every continuity organized around Elena’s family. Older Elena whispered: “This is not family expansion.” Current Elena stared at the crowd. “What is it?” The older woman looked terrified. “Protagonist inheritance.” Silence. “If centrality cannot remain with one Elena…” “…the system is distributing it through descendants.” Root’s face went white. “Heritable narrative priority.” Exactly. Every descendant could become a new center.

Tomorrow had spent most of my life being an ordinary word until a machine decided to use it as a threat. I stared at the screen. SECOND PATERNAL DESCENDANT DETECTED. DESCENDANT TWO: MALE. LOCATION: ST. MATTHEW’S MEDICAL CENTER. EXPECTED EVENT: TOMORROW. Nobody spoke. That was impressive considering the people in the room had spent the last several hours proving they were physically incapable of keeping information to themselves once it became sufficiently horrifying.