Disney Descendants Spells Novels & Stories

Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together. “Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?” I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all. “I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes. I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it. “What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”

Audrey exclaimed, feeling confused and overwhelmed. Eugenia shook her head. "Your gene is not something that can be easily explained, Audrey. You are a descendant of the High Warlock, and you have abilities that even you are not aware of." Audrey scoffed. "That's impossible. I've always been an orphan. I don't know anything about my family history." Vladimir spoke up. "Your parent might have hidden your true identity to keep you safe. The fact remains that you have powers beyond what you can imagine."

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

he continued his explanation with a sorrowful expression. "What I can't believe is that this magic is still present. Even though all the family members who created this magic are no longer with us. It's a fact that surprises me." "Which family created this magic? Can I meet them?" I asked. Jesse shook his head. "Unfortunately, Miss. The last surviving descendant was reported missing a few years ago. After that, we haven't encountered any more Phoenix family members." Wait a moment. Phoenix? I felt like I had heard that last name before.

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.

Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud. “Her descendent will be mated, to the son of the moon.’ HER descendent, not his. What was your mother’s last name, Madelyn, do you know?” As she reads the line, I feel that same zing, that same pull to the words. I am her descendent, even if I have no idea what that means. “My mother’s maiden name was Falkor.” “How very appropriate that the descendant of the Guardian of the People is mated to the son of a Guardian,” an ethereal voice says behind me.

“Yeah Yeah, I'm the best. I know. No need to cry” “Does that mean, if I don't find my wolf before I'm twenty-three, I'm gonna die?” Alcinder raised a question, looking lost. “How do we know if a spell of descent was used on him? Does it mean someone wants Al dead?” I asked. “You guys are forgetting the fact that we have hope. If what he is suffering from is a defected Spell of Descent, that means his wolf is also searching for him. Positive thinking peeps!”. Elecktra cheered.

“Both families faced many perils after discovering the Transcending Ice Crystal. Many kingdoms were jealous of such weapons and had sought to rob them of their possessions. Such a weapon is considered a god send as nothing could stop it. Everyone lusted for that power. There was little they could do to stop them. All the kingdoms slowly hunted both families were and killed. Some were tourched to give up the location of the mine. All of that and resisted had died.” She slowly continued with a slight pause. She knew for what she was going to say cause stirred emotions. “Many years later both families betrothed their eldest children and send them off in to a remote part of the world to continue

"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!" ***

Shivers run does Isolde's spine as he turns his back and heads out the room. “Get moving!” She scrambles out of the room and runs to catch up to him. “Since you cannot find a solution, I will give you one. You’ll learn the spell….” “I don’t...” she starts to protest but falls silent, knowing it’s hopeless. “If you don’t know it, you’ll get me the witch who does.” Isolde shivers as they climb the stairs. Resurrection spells weren’t too complicated, but she would need a descendant of the witch to pull it off. She knew the family well, Ethel and Noime were the only descendants alive, but they are both more powerful than her. She knows she can’t subdue them long enough to perform a spell, but s