Fanfiction Descendants Novels & Stories

Fawn said. "I'm sure that she doesn't want to hear lectures on how to be a good she-wolf or whatever she is right now. Just tell us what exactly is going on" I said. I wanted to be done with this and go home. I don't like the look that he was giving me at all. Fawn cleared his throat. "Miss, you are the last descendant of a lineage of demi gods that went extinct a long time ago," Fawn said. Stacie got up immediately. I could understand her shock too. I was just as shocked. Just what the hell is going on? A descendant of demigods? Does that even exist at all?

“You guys finished?” The friendly woman nodded and replied, “This is the last one. Yours is not finished yet?” The man there walked closer, answering, “You see the portal itself is still bright. Man, even though I thought the First Earth wouldn't have many crossbred! I can't believe the portal that I maintain has pulled three crossbreeds from there! Fortunately, the Dark Portal works as desired. If not, I can't imagine what would happen if children from other languages ​​came into the ‘car’.”

She picked at her nails and I sighed. “Do you realize that if they kill the ancient …” I wanted to make triple sure she knew what could happen. “Yes, we could all die. Fynn knows as well.” Her comment made me frown. What did this have to do with the beasts? My confusion must have shown on my face as she started to explain that the beasts were also descendants of the ancient since they were the children of the vampire female who ran. I hadn’t even thought of that! Fynn’s ancestor was part of the vampire line that were direct descendants of the ancient. All vampires were … It didn’t mean that I was happy about it, but at least it made me realize how much Fynn wanted to be my mate. My husband.

It did not matter what the reason was. Mayhem left her behind. She would never forgive him. Mayhem lied to her. In Perditions mind, Mayhem was the enemy. Sam Gallows knew how hard the void could be on an individual. It was a hell worse than actual hell. It was a place made especially for the descendants of the watchers. It was and still is a place to torture souls that could prevent the apocalypse. The descendants had a lot of power as a group, but they needed their queen. Their queen was currently plotting to kill them all.

This meant pure Galerian for me, all the way. I squeezed my dad's hand and smiled. "Dad, how did you know about the direct descendants? " I asked. That was the thing he failed to tell me, and I needed to know. He smiled back at me, his light blue eyes glowing with adoration. "It was passed down, honey. If a descendant is born, they should know the real deal. The direct descendants steered clear from The Pillars as much as possible, and I never wanted to be part of a group that upholds false pretenses. It's not a right thing to live for. They knew my true nature, much to the extent of bribing me with things beyond my wildest dream. Their intentions were pure and simple; to use me against the

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

Shane didn’t try to stop me. He held Leila in his arms and spoke coldly, “Don’t jump here. You’ll dirty our family estate.” I gave a bitter smile. “Sorry for the mess.” I closed my eyes and leapt. … I became a corpse. My legs were shattered, my skull cracked open, my life snuffed out in an instant. My soul floated above the scene, and to my surprise, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. I glared hatefully at the broken, bloody mess that was my body and at my family standing nearby.

“That’s never happened before.” “No, it hasn’t. But even a deity can see the error of their ways, I suppose. These gifts will be passed down through your line only. Kaden and Liam will each have their own ability that will manifest in its own time, just as Elena’s has.” She explains. “When, not if but when, the next Armageddon comes, because it will, though hopefully not for many generations, your descendants will face it together. No longer will one wolf bear the burden alone.” “Couldn’t she have chosen a different family for the next go-round. Share the wealth so to speak?” The words are out of my mouth before I can pull them back and there is no mistaking the disdain in them.

Xander again nods. "Who is the beta's descendants?" Xander sighs. "Since I found out the cursed skipped me, I've been doing some digging and found out that Jerry Desmond is Beta Kirk Desmond's descendent," "Jerry? As in Julia's mate?" Xander nods. "You mean Dominic and Bane will have the same mate?" "Yes," "When will the curse end?" "When Caliana chooses a Caputo of the Demond's," "After all these years, she hasn't ever chosen a Caputo?"