Descendants Recap Novels & Stories

“You are the descendent of the Goddess as well. You are our grandchild’s child.” I shook my head in denial…but how could I deny the connection? I had always felt comfortable around Malachi and Ezra. I had always felt like they were my guardians, my blood. Now that they were saying that I was actually their blood…it did make sense, but at the same time, it seemed like a farfetched fairytale. “How is that even possible? My parents…they are your descendents too?” “Yes,” Ezra nodded. “One side of your family comes from us. I cannot tell who our blood is unless we see them, but either your mother or your father is our descendent. You are possibly the fourth generation.”

Cole spoke slowly, thinking about the words he was saying. “Could that be why he was beating her? To bring on the birth of her wolf” Cole asked. “Do you think maybe he knew she was special?” I asked him, ignoring his last question. “He knew of her line” Dad said walking out the door, wiping blood off his hands. “Huh?” I questioned looking at him intently, “He knew that she’s descended from Selena, but he doesn’t know she is the Triple Goddess” “He said that?” I snapped,

“Lance, I know you think the year-end bonus was too small, so I got you some extra benefits.” He tilted his head toward a supervisor. The supervisor set down a bag of cheap rice and a barrel of unbranded cooking oil beside my desk, lifting his chin arrogantly. “These are special care packages personally arranged by Mr. Clive. He knows you grew up in an orphanage and never had good rice or oil, so this is to broaden your horizons. You’d better learn some gratitude. Don't be so ungrateful!” More than 20 years ago, my biological parents and Clive’s parents accidentally swapped their children because of a fire.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

"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!" ***

Even if other Fire volts try to open it but they are not descendants of the Jivosaa family, then they will fail. Seconds later after Aven activated the pin, the floor in front of him slid open in a two-by-two meter square. A descending staircase was visible from above, leading down to the dark underground. Aven carried Asura back on his back, gritting his teeth as the pain in his wound was like biting bone. The man then descended, while the secret door slowly closed again automatically.

she inquired. “A lot. They’ve been watching both of us for a long time. Anyways, back to the hunters. The hunters were created to eradicate a line of people. It’s called the Esther line. Over the years, several lines of shifters, including vampires, were created and failed to do it. You and I are both direct descendants of our specific line of hunters. Jonas is a direct descendant of Esther.” I moved my hand up her back to cup the back of her neck so I could pull her down a little until her forehead was against mine. “He’s the last of Esther’s line. Just like you, me, and Galen are the last of our lines. I recently found out that the attack that took my parents' lives also left several child

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I