Gil Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

"Lies!" Dillion smirked and said, "Suit your narrative." He squeezed his shoulders, drawing the gun closer and closer to his cheek, before resting it under Durin's mandible. "You see Durin, your boss, Matrix...Diggy or whatever name you all call him, has something of mine that I wish to claim back. And I will claim it back. He stepped on my tail and now I can't let it go. Durin," He cocked the gun. "Do you remember a certain family called Dedutch? Jonas A Dedutch whom you all murdered in cold blood? With his wife and maids?"

Hearing that, Christos then slowly raised his head to look at Gerald… Gerald himself wasn’t able to get a clear look at the old man’s facial features since his messy hair covered over half of his face… “…A descendant of the Crawfords you say… Tell me, who is Daryl Bodach to you?” asked Christos in a calm tone. “Daryl… Bodach?” muttered the momentarily confused Gerald, though he quickly realized that Christos was probably talking about his ‘grandfather’. To think that his ‘grandfather’ had chosen such a name for himself… “He’s my grandfather!” replied Gerald rather unwillingly. He didn’t really like calling that old b*stard his grandfather anymore, but what other choice did he have if he want

Grayson then opened the folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and began to read it with clear articulation. “The first generation that could be tested. Male, D’Artagnan Ares. Wife, Susan Taylor.” Jay could not help but ridicule. “So corny.” Grayson was dumbfounded. “Mr. Ares, this is the name of your ancestor. “Aren’t you afraid that they’ll come to you at night for ridiculing your deceased ancestor?” “Continue.” “Second generation, Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela Hughes.” “Third generation, Terrance Ares. Wife Elizabeth Left.”

Before I could run away, a beam of light shot from the connected point at the center to my head and once again, I experience a falling sensation. Then the images started, I did not understand at first what was happening, until I saw two babies being born. A white haired one and a blacked haired one. I knew the story of my ancestors, how the gift started, I never knew about the black haired one. The vision appeared as if it was moving backwards in time. I watched as my ancestors moved to Dar, the power being diminished but it was strong with each generation that came before it and finally, I watched as the generation where the golden queen, sank a kingdom and how Northshore was formed. It was

Hilda squealed ,she had a baby on her arms . "Dracula " Victor said glaring at our father and he chuckled " wow what happened to father huh Vic . c'mon come give daddy a hug"he said " what he hell are you doing here Dracula " I growled and he rest of he vampires close gasped shocked to see the legendary Dracula in front of them . "whose baby is that " Colin ask his mother who grin wickedly. "oh you mean my grandson , oh where are my manners . meet my grandson Derek "father said

"Do you have any idea what you're holding? Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?" "Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate. But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder. "I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!" The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."

Now, she returned carrying their grandchild—and a shattered bond. The front doors of their pack house came into view before Kael could cut the engine. Her mother, Luna Elara, stood at the top of the steps, regal as ever, her long silver-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders. Alpha Cedric, her father, towered beside her, his proud, battle-worn stance betraying the deep worry in his stormy eyes.

I mentally laughed at her as. 'I finally succeeded in intertwining my Genie between my fingers' I then unlocked the door. She was about to leave but she turned around and spoke in a broken voice while looking at me sadly. "One day you'll regret this, Dylan Black" *****

Live freely, without restraint, without guilt, without hate. And when the time is right, when you are old enough, worn out, join us, The Chase men on the other side. I probably would have a chance to make up for everything there. Goodbye, my son.” “Jordan…” Genesis walked into the studies just at the right time and I looked away up to her.

“I’ll only play for an hour a day!” “Alright, I’ll believe you this once. I’ll throw it away if you exceed one hour,” Nicholas warned. Daisie entered the study and looked into all the drawers. Her grandfather had said that the console was in the study. Mr. Cheshire walked past and heard noises. He saw Daisie on her knees going through the drawers when he entered. “Young Miss, what are you looking for?” “My game console. Grandpa agreed to let me play,” Daisie finally found it in the bottom-most drawer and flashed a big grin.