Descendants Summary Novels & Stories

"I have this memories that feels like it's mine but of a different time. A memory that does not belong to this particular mind or body." He nodded sagely, "it's because you're a descendant." She turned to face him, "what is a descendant?" "Descendants are any kind of supernatural humans that can reincarnate and pass down their memories from body to body through time." "So I reincarnate?" "Indeed." ★★★★ They returned home to a mouth watering meal of Macaroni and cheese prepared by Angelus. Each of them gathered at he dining table; except Cassie and Brandy of course, who had returned to their various homes.

"Raven! Have some respect, they are your..." "Who the hell are you to give me such orders? I had told you before that you do not belong in the category of men that are meant to be fathers, for I believe you are still a child who needs his mother. Your wife died and you threw away the only thing that she trusts you well enough with you and these two will never be my rulers. Always keep that in mind. You all have another sacrifice to sort before tomorrow or tick tock! The time is running and a devour of many will start upon the reign of these idiots."

"So a Blackthorne witch hiding in a werewolf pack would have children who read as wolf. Grandchildren who read as wolf. For six generations, every descendant would live their entire life believing they were simply a lesser version of whatever supernatural category they'd been born into." The specific cruelty of that settles over me slowly. Six generations of people who never shifted, who had abilities nobody could explain, who spent their lives being told they were defective versions of something they weren't. Six generations of people like me, except they died without knowing. "How many?" I ask. "How many descendants over two centuries?" "The records don't have a complete count. Dozens, pro

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

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.

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.

“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.”

And Alexander, the oldest of the brood, charmed all with his quick wit and mischievous grin, his laughter a melody that echoed through the castle halls. As Julius and Star looked upon their descendants, the legacy of their love and leadership, they knew that the future of the kingdom was secure in the hands of the next generation. The bond that bound them together, forged in the fires of duty and tempered by the trials of life, would endure for generations to come, a legacy of love and unity that would stand the test of time.

Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”

I just needed my solitude where I would stay and cry my eyes out, that's what I always did whenever I felt the pain was too overwhelming for me. Most times I wondered why the moon goddess allowed me to even be birthed, I should have died in the womb. My parents were not close by and around to comfort me and help me pass this moment, they were dead!! They died in a fire outbreak at home but the part that confused me more was the fact that no one could explain how the fire broke out. Their bodies weren't found, not even bones and that led me to question why. I'm sure of the fact that they didn't die in the fire even though I was a kid back then and had just returned from holiday to hear the ee