روايات وقصص ضمن Fanfiction Descendants

“Alright, let’s listen to your story once more, Father.” His father poured two glasses of wine and handed one glass to him. Stefano nodded in appreciation. At least the wine would bring him through the story his father was about to tell him although he remembered every word his father would say. “A young girl born with the blood of Vampire King and blueblood werewolf woman, fed with the blood of Lycan King and a white witch but stronger than them all. She would be the last descendant of the royal families of vampire, werewolf, and lycan as there would be no more of her ancestors left by the time she reached an age. As bright as her future would be, darkness would always lurk around her. We,

“The only problem is…well, he needs her blood to make this happen. Sure, all of the children of the night are made of her but…” “They aren’t direct descendants.” I realized what he was trying to say. “Well, that’s impossible to find. There’s no way that he’d find something like that. That would mean that the goddess mother would have walked the earth. That she had actual children with someone. I…that-” I stopped as I looked at Tobias, his expression told of something else that he wasn’t telling. “That’s impossible. Right? That-Tobias, that’s impossible.” “No, no, Vale. It’s not.” he said. “Something that your mother didn’t tell you, because I don’t even know if she knows but…she is a descend

I asked curiously. “Yes, we do. Horus’s descendants can only produce males, and Nut’s descendants can only produce females. We know Alsie and her mother were descendants of Nut because they are females. I am a male, and I produced male heirs because I and now, you three are the descendants of Horus.”

“But Alex, there must be some. In fact, I know at least two branches survive. Well at least they did in my future.” Alex looks at me with interest. “How so?” “Well, in the future. Your descendant… well ours actually…” I shake my head at the thought of Steph and Drake being my great, great whatever grandchildren. “… He goes on to mate with a Walker witch. Alison Walker.” Alex gives this some thought. “How do you know that Alison doesn’t descend from our direct line as well?” He was right, of course. I had no idea in reality who Alison was descended from.

I ask not understanding a bit of Derek's explanations, "The thing is you being an hybrid yout blood pisses some kind of special genes which makes you able to create descendants of your own, more like creating a clone by infusing your blood in them which makes it all confusing" "These descendants of mine, what would they be?" I ask worried and delighted, "I'm sorry but that's the big I know nothing about the little I explained just now I gotta know by eavesdropping on my father and asking him cornrows questions, but there is one thing in certain about you"

The next, I was being told I was the last descendant of a forsaken bloodline—someone meant to be guarded, guided, and protected. The shift was too sudden and too unreal. Instead of gaining clarity, my confusion deepened. Part of me wanted to believe her, to embrace the explanation that seemed to stitch together all the things that never made sense about me. But another part of me rejected it outright. No one had ever spoken of such a lineage. No whispers or warnings. Nothing in the known pack archives hinted at the existence of Unspun descendants or their guardians. I found myself silently wishing she would laugh and admit it was all a fabrication.

I huffed out, seriously unhappy with this. “So that would mean, she can have children”Emily trailed off, and I picked up where she left off. “With his descendants only. And we have no idea who he was.” I said wearily. Not that it mattered, I knew vampires were sterile and I was no exception. Yet if she was a descendant and able to have children, would she want that? And what did it mean if she was one and with me? Her glowing silver strands made me inclined to think she had some dormant power as well.

A loud and deafening screech welcomed them; the band of darkness was no longer lingering the cauldron’s mouth. The piercing cry grew louder as they entered the cabin. Clarence did not care about what the sound was, so he went over to the alpha and tried waking him up. Unfortunately, it was hopeless – Cliden was no longer breathing. Clarence, though he was envious of his brother’s position, cared for him. After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love.

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know

"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.