Fanfiction Descendants Mga Nobela at Kwento

Great-great-great-great-grandchildren played around its roots while our many descendants stood with us. I reached out with my power and touched the earth. There was nothing left of the old darkness. Only rich, peaceful soil and new life remained. “You are gone,” I whispered. “And we remain.” As the sun set, painting Thornwood in brilliant gold and crimson, we gathered on the highest battlements. Our descendants spread out below us, laughing and alive. I stood between my three mates, their arms around me, the bond humming with warmth, strength, and everlasting peace. “I was sent here to be your dirty secret,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “The Omega meant to end the Cursed Alphas. Instead

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.

“There isn’t a right answer for that, our species are extinct and under researched maybe you’re a late bloomer, maybe that’s how your bloodline operate,” She was speaking words I couldn’t decipher. My bloodline? My father was a ferocious wolf who turned at the age of sixteen. Only a few powerful alphas were able to morph that young. Maybe it was from my mom? Maybe I was her descendant. Maybe she was a witch or the last possibility… Maybe I wasn’t my father’s daughter. “Lady Isabella it’s getting late, we need to return so I can get you cleaned and ready for bed,” Lila’s voice stopped my racing thoughts.

His hands traveled down her back, massaging each muscle with such expertise that Caelia had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud. “Over generations, his descendants diluted his bloodline, creating the Drakensblood people.” He continued, his voice smooth, as if reciting a legend he had told countless times. His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

*I miss you too, you have no idea, love! As the days passed, I learned about my family's history and magic. I discovered that we were direct descendants of a powerful Shaman lineage and that my child would inherit those powers and more since she was also a vampire but not just any vampire a Mayan vampire. I also learned about the demon who had kidnapped us when we were babies and why he had left us in an orphanage. I would call Brent occasionally to check in on them and ask about Kie, as tears flowed down my face, one day we would return, but will he ever forgive me?

"I waited until the time was right. Until your mates were born and returned to curse them." "Oh, and as for how you are my descendant," she added, her voice not shaky anymore and confident. "I had a child, remember? Your father is from the Crescent Pack. He is my descendant. While your mother came from the Noxian Pack... the one that went extinct, and later joined the Crescent Pack. That's how you came to be." "The witch trait was lost in the bloodline... until you," she said to Kira, a strange admiration in her voice. "You are the only one who inherited it. A hybrid. First of your kind."

Is that even possible? I had a cold feet. I couldn’t believe what my mind is thinking right now. Somehow it makes sense but, it feels like it is so impossible. Just how? How could that even be possible? I know I have argued against Justin that they do exists but, do they? Is Shaun actually one of them? My hands are shaking rigorously, but I force myself to flip through the pages of the book. According to the book, a direct descendant of the king, a bloodline for specific, would suffer the same curse the king had undergone.

my mother said. “I will do my best, Maa,” I replied nervously. I feel overwhelmed by everything. The cascade of revelations had left me dazed and bewildered. “Let’s take a breather. Do you mind taking care of our visitors, Mom?” Xander requested, rising from his seat and drawing me along. I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to even try to understand what they were talking about. I was in shock, trying to process everything that was just revealed to me. My parents were descendants of a powerful sage, and I was born to destroy evil with the help of my mate, just like my ancestors before me. But how was that possible?

As my grandmother called us, we are The Guardians—the descendants of Queen Emera and her fated mates. The story of her court has been lost over the years. Some still believe, and others think it’s a legend or myth. The thought of a chimera shifter living again is awe-inspiring.