Descendants Of Blackbeard Novels & Stories

He grinned, and Ashere clinked her glass with his, her smile as tight as a drum. "Don't pop the champagne yet, Abee." she said. “Malik won’t die easily. “Malik isn’t just going to roll over and die. The guy can’t be killed unless it’s by a descendant of a moon priestess. And as far as I know, they are the only descendants left. And now they’re joined at the hip. How exactly are we supposed to get rid of him?” In the corner, Ange sat quietly, her gaze fixed on her father with an unreadable expression. Alpha Abee gave her a paternal smile, raising his glass toward her.

My dad speaks up, “Years ago, Ironclaw and Blackstone were alliances. This was during my grandfather’s time. During that time, both packs worked together to find the mines. As you know, we did. The alpha of Ironclaw at the time told my grandfather to keep the mines. He gave up his claim and then went into an alliance with my grandfather. Ironclaw went into steel manufacturing. When the next alpha took over Ironclaw, he refused to enter into an alliance with my father. Instead, he wanted ownership of the mines for the next fifty years, but that would have left Blackstone desolate and they weren’t giving us anything in exchange. It created a feud between Ironclaw and Blackstone until I killed

This discovery threatened the elders, so they had planned to assassinate him. He had died a young king, but he had brought down many of my own with him. It should have all ended with him, but it clearly didn't. Many hundred years later, a new king emerges, Thane Blackwood. He reminds me so much of the deceased young king, but Thane was clever enough to end the circle of elders. It should be impossible for Thane to inherit a gene that had skipped so many lineages, but yet...yet here he is, a living proof, a miracle."

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

IN THE south part of the vast ocean, there is an island inhabited by cursed people. The prince of the Emporium is one of them, sitting on a chair made of stone curved from the stone ground. “Your highness, Captain Black Beard has arrived. He is on his way-in with the pirates and the soldiers from the Desert Biome, City of Gold - Emporium.” One of his armored hollow knight reporting to his prince. “Father Black Beard is here? What is he doing here? He must be on his way on the hive!” The prince was pretty confused.

Killian and I held hands together as weoved over to the dinning table. Moments later the maids all walked into the room, holding out a tray of steaming soup and gently dropping them on our tables. "What is this news I hear about some rat taking over your pack?" Alpha Black asked, after we begin eating. "Rudolph Oaster. The last descendant of the Oaster family." Killian replied, wiping off the side of his mouth with his hand. "Those bastards will never change. Don't worry, you are safe here till its time to wage war against them. We will make sure that everything is sorted out for you."

She looked at each one of them who all looked awkward and distant. Venus gritted her teeth and said once more, “What. Is. Wrong.” Ris took a deep breath and said, “The darkness on the Black Porch suddenly whispered—something that has never happened before—that you are a descendant of… Giris Druiksa.” Shad added, “Everyone in this country already considers you very dangerous.” “And, of course they are very, very shaken,” said Virzash. However, Venus was many times more shaken than the whole country.

And, honestly, because I was terrified of what would happen if I interrupted him. “My story begins long before you,” he said, glancing at me with those dark, soulless eyes. “Long before your family decided to play god with lands that weren’t theirs. Back then, I was Alpha of the Blackthorn descendants’ pack—a proud, strong lineage tied to these lands for centuries. We thrived here, respected by the packs around us and the humans who knew better than to cross us.” He stopped pacing and turned to me, his expression hardening. “Until your ancestors arrived.”

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

What else could they not do? This time, the Emperor of America smiled. “Principals, both of you please don’t be angry! Darnic Young fled before the war began, so let the dead be dead. But Zachariah Young is the direct descendant of the millennial Young family. This is significantly important!” When Zachariah heard it, he immediately shouted again. “That’s right! I’m the direct descendant of the Youngs and I’m different from Darnic Young. If you dare to kill me, you won’t be able to step foot in America again!”