Descendants Wand の小説・ストーリー

Erebus was not quite sure about the last one, "The werewolves doesn't have eternal life." "Yes, that's true." Kitty nodded, "Because the wand of life gives them not only the ability of healing, but also guaranteed that power to be passed on with their bloodline." "That's a very interesting design from the witches." Erebus said with a bitter smile. "Well, it's something they couldn't have," Kitty shared the bitterness, "So they wanted an eternal army. But not soldiers with eternal lives, rather --" "An army that can re-create itself." Nodded Erebus with his eyes closed.

he began, and I twitched my lips, drifting away,y from the irrelevant lecture. “Telling me the name of the beast isn’t what I want, I need to know the problem to find a solution,” I groaned. “There is only one being that can destroy the beast.” My brows snapped up as I finally gave him my attention. “Who?” I asked impatiently. “A descendant of the moon goddess.” The frown on my face returned and I glared at Ethan. There is nothing like a descendant of the moon goddess. They only exist in the stories we were told when we were still pups. What nonsense is this old wizard spewing?

Among my descendants, by divine will, there are 5 with great powers. From the silver light that still shone, 5 beautiful young people came out hand in hand and stopped at the top of the stairs. - from left to right. The last descendant of my second son, Reed Redwood, the golden wolf. He has the power to open portals. The last descendant of my third son, Elena Redwood, the Pink Wolf. She has the power to make people tell the truth. The last descendant of my fourth son, Grace Redwood, the silver wolf. She has the power to cure the incurable. The last descendant of my fifth son, Logan Redwood, the Green Wolf. He has the power to control the space that surrounds him. Finally, Alexia Redwood, the

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.

“Yeah. But I’m a special one. You insult me again, I’ll burn your hat.” “You can’t burn it. It’s resistant to many elements.” Beatrix said. “Oh? It’s a sign of his wizardhood?” “Yeah.” Beatrix nodded. “Gosh. This is too embarrassing.” Peter said with a pained face. Beatrix had already collected his book while Lavana took his staff. She did not get a backlash as he hoped. Non-wizard or witch descendants can’t hold the sceptre of a witch or wizard. Now he found a person who defied the odds. Now he had no way to help himself. He couldn’t go out like this. It would be the shame of his life.

I hugged her without much thought as I was scared of what happened earlier. She looked at me in happiness and said-" Well done my dear, you have done it. You have found it. This wand is one of our ancestors, The greatest witch, and she had last used it to fight evil. This has great powers, more than we can imagine. Not even your father or I can use it because it was meant to be for you. You are a true heir and bloodline of Macduff." I smiled but was still in shock at what just happened. She gave me a tight hug to which I responded quickly. I forgot to tell her about the shadow.

The blood that flows through your veins is more powerful than you can imagine—wolf and fairy together create magic that hasn't been seen in our world for centuries. *Marcus believes he will harness my essence during the Blood Moon ritual, but he doesn't understand that I've already transferred the purest part of my power to you through our blood bond. What remains in me is but a shadow—enough to keep him interested, never enough to give him what he truly desires.* *The wand will amplify your natural abilities and help you channel powers that are still dormant within you.and the grimoire contains the collected wisdom of twelve generations of fairy guardians. Study it quickly, focus on the sec

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

He perfectly matched the monster described in the legends. It was only then that I realized that the curse was legitimate. It was a good thing that this time around, I didn't dedicate myself to rescuing Oliver, thereby affording William a clear path to survival. I held his face in my hands and asked, "Have you forgotten my lineage, William? I am a descendant of witches; I can see the future in my dreams. I once dreamed that I married Oliver, and Ella refused to lift your curse. You couldn't bear to become a monster, so you took your own life instead."