Romans & histoires Fanfiction Descendants

“No, I am a many times removed descendant of a deity.” “Like gives birth to like, you are a deity babe,” Damien says. “And don't sell yourself short. From what you said, each descendant is stronger than the last. You are powerful. Oh, Willow must be out of her mind to have pulled a stunt like this and also losing you,” Fredja crows. “Yeah, she must be very disappointed,” I say.

When we realized that the missing spot on the web of Descendants of Moon Goddess wasn't empty but shining, we knew that one of us, stronger was out there. We sent people to investigate our ancestors who went to different places in the world. Humans, non-humans, forbidden packs where no wolf is allowed, just to investigate if anyone was pregnant with the next descendants or... There were descendants that they hid from us. We returned with no results. Dad started getting agitated. When one of the strongest descendants of Moon Goddess went to the BloodStone Eclipse Pack and was killed by the previous Alpha, he was reluctant to let anyone get hurt. We allow their choice of living freely, away fr

"Do you think of yourself as a master? You're just a mobile blood blank, the free slave of our family. Why do you think dad wants you to marry Liam?" “This much was mentioned in the book. No war happened but then where did this clan disappear to? It was a huge mystery that drifted under the dust of the books and myths but now here you are. The descendant of the Blue Forsaken clan," Connor said. I just gazed at him, baffled. WHAT!!!? A descendent? What was he even saying? I think he got the wrong idea. "I d...don't think, I'm that," I tried to make him understand.

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

My boys might be holding up just fine for now, but there's no telling how long they'll last, especially with the full moon coming. She sighs and shakes her head slowly. " Why don't you tell them what she is? Maybe that way, it'll be easier for them to keep their promise.” I shake my head. " That's not what she is. It's just an assumption and you know that. Besides, the last surviving heir of that bloodline died over a century ago. How come she's a descendant?” " You know how, Holden. You are just trying to hope there are other alternatives. But between you and I, there isn't any."

Our unshakeable foundation. From rejected omega to grandmother of divine Guardians. From broken to unbreakable. From alone to surrounded by family. What a journey it had been. What a life I’d lived. What a legacy we’d built. And the best part? It wasn’t over. The story continued. My grandchildren would write new chapters. Their children after them. Each generation adding to the tale. The Silvermoon saga. Still being written. Still evolving. Still proving that love and determination could overcome anything. Always. Forever. Eternally.

Most of it sounds like fantasy-novel garbage, but some things make my skin crawl with recognition. The First Blood. The Ancients. Children of the moon and stars who walked the earth before humans learned to make fire. According to one website that looks like it was made in 1995, they were the original supernatural beings. Gods, almost. They created other species as servants: werewolves to hunt, vampires to feed, witches to work magic. But something went wrong. The servants rebelled. The Ancients disappeared, leaving only their mixed-blood descendants scattered across the world. Descendants like me. I'm reading about ancient rituals when someone knocks on my door.

It says here she's a rogue, but that gives them no absolute power to eliminate whoever they please! My hands were shaking, but I still managed to flip through the next page. Then I froze. RESULT - Success. It was written right above a picture of me, as a toddler. That's when it finally dawned on me. "I'm the newborn child..." I gasped before tears flowed into my eyes. I blink them back as I try to read the next paragraph. Experiment 99 survived all stages of the test and shall now be known with the name Danika as the 2nd descendant of Solaris family.

It turned my stomach to see my ancestors listed like assets on a balance sheet. "Venus was the first," I said, a sharp, bitter lump forming in my throat that made it hard to swallow. "And every single generation since then has been a repeat of the same sick cycle. You’re the wolf that needs to be settled, and I’m the cage that holds you together. That’s the 'Venus' legacy, Darius. It’s not a psychic loop or a soulmate bond. It’s a parasitic relationship that’s been draining my family to keep yours sane for a hundred years."

Sometimes I wondered if our children understood far more than they could express. I carefully opened the first chapter. The book was unlike any genealogy I had ever seen. It wasn't organized by kingdoms. Nor by families. Instead, it catalogued magical bloodlines. Their origins. Their gifts. Their evolution through the centuries. Some abilities had strengthened. Others had disappeared entirely. Some had merged into different families after generations of marriages. The author had meticulously tracked every known hereditary gift. Order moved closer. Chaos abandoned his usual jokes. Even Hunter sat straighter despite Queen Silveira insisting he should still be resting.