Fanfiction Descendants 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.”

Alba and Valerio had just received the genius direct descendants from the Fellowes family. There were only a hundred people on the team, and they were all very young, ranging from tens to hundreds of years old. In a big family like the Fellowes family, even if they did not have 10,000 direct descendants, there would be as many as 8,000 descendants. This was not including the collateral descendants. These more than one hundred people could be said to be the most essential part of the family and they were also the last hope of the Fellowes family.

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.

There’s no way this is really happening right he can’t possibly tell me that not only is it possible for people to have mental abilities like telekinesis, and telepathy. But that I could be a direct descendant of a slave race of demi gods. Also, now I was mated and cosmically connected to one of the alien gods who was born from the race that created my ancestors and the entire human race. This was way too much to take in while recapping a night after situation, talk about information over load

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.

Amity looks at me with shock as she says, “That’s right. Annalise, how did you know?” “Amity, I am not stupid. I did a research paper at school on my family history and found that there were only females with the occasional male born to the 2nd or 3rd daughter of each new generation. So now that I know that I am a descendant daughter of the Moon Goddess, I realised a few weeks ago that any pups I had would be daughters... Would be females.” I turn my head and look over at Fredrick and Nicolas, as I don’t know if they have thought about this. Tears sting my eyes as I whisper,

The shadows around the chamber trembled again. Not violently this time. Grieving. Eleanor suddenly understood something horrifying. The heirs were not descendants in the normal sense. They were continuations. Fragments of the original Hollow King passed down through blood and darkness and memory. Each generation carrying pieces of the first weapon inside them. The loneliness. The hunger. The rage. All inherited. All engineered. Alaric looked exhausted suddenly. Not physically. Existentially. Like a man discovering his entire existence had been designed by monsters wearing divine faces.

“Every descendant is a demigod and each of them has a special attribute. The first descendant could teleport according to the history. I have black magic and you're a special breed.” “So you're telling me I'm special? Pfft….. not in this lifetime.” I scoffed. He laughed, "Well, you'll believe sooner or later. You're a leader by nature.”. I nodded, "Well, good luck with your revenge on mum and Dad. If you have second thoughts and start to consider forgiving them, don't forget how they treated me. They don't deserve forgiveness, and maybe Zara also!”. He laughed, "sure, I will throw that one in for free.”.

"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!" ***

Two lives of memory, pressed against each other, contradictory and irreconcilable, had ground his mind into powder. The best healers in the royal city examined him and said the same thing: there was nothing to be done. The once-glittering heir, young and golden and seemingly unstoppable, would live out whatever remained of his life in that cell, lucid enough to suffer but too broken to escape it. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Three years later. The royal pavilion, in full sun. I rested one hand on the high curve of my belly, where a child carrying the most powerful bloodlines in the realm was growing, a child the entire Beast Realm had already begun celebrating.