Romans & histoires Fanfiction Descendants

She smiles and motions for me to keep walking. “Are you a descendant?” I ask. “Yes. We share the same father. Both my parents were descendants. When my mother died, My father remarried and Sunnie was born. She wasn’t always bad?” she tells me. “Sunnie was left out of a lot. Descendants are very ritualistic people. Well, We were until we got trapped in the void. You got us out. You saved all of us with your light.” “Key, I do not remember anything. I have fragments and that is it.” I reach for her. “I want to remember everything.”

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?”

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.

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“You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The true matriarch. Everything you are your strength, your submission, your capacity for love—was engineered by me.” She raised a hand. A holographic display materialized in the air between them—genetic sequences, timeline projections, centuries of careful manipulation. “I have lived far longer than you know. The syndicate discovered the alien artifact decades ago. It granted us extended life. Immortality, in exchange for service. I have guided the network for over a hu

“So Damien is descended from Bianca.” “In a fashion,” Roderick said. “He is the fifth generation. The witch blood diluted, but it did not disappear. Women passed it, and they intended it to remain in daughters, until it did not.” He paused. “Damien’s family made a mistake. A male heir was born into a line meant to bear a curse through daughters. He inherited what no man should have. He inherited-” His voice dropped like a stone into deep water. “-the curse.”

"So now Kieran is free to do whatever he wants once he takes over Soraya's body." "Exactly. And what he wants is revenge against the descendants of those who killed him. He has been tracking their bloodlines for three hundred years and he knows exactly where they are and how to find them. If he succeeds in taking over Soraya's body he will hunt them down and kill them all." I felt sick to my stomach. "How many descendants are there?" "At least fifty spread across multiple packs throughout the region. Kieran plans to kill every single one of them regardless of whether they know about their ancestor's crimes. In his mind they are all guilty by association."

“I know you think I’m trying to manipulate you into marrying you. But I’m not. I’m honestly trying to help you. It's true. My grandfather found a descendant of the witch, Myrna. The one who cursed your family? Her descendant had a vision. She…she prophesied that I could bear your child. I’m the only one. We can break the curse.” My heart lurched. Break the curse? Longing swept over me. For years, that was the only thing I had wanted. To be rid of this awful curse. To father children. To keep my lineage alive. I was momentarily lured by her promises, but then I realized there was a flaw in her story. My eyes narrowed. “A descendant? Impossible,” I scoffed. “Witches are extinct. There are no d

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.