Novel & Cerita Glassheart #descendants

“Rank 6th among the elite class. She has a bubbly and happy-go-lucky personality and is the Academy's ‘it-girl who has an eye for fashion and is the famous fashionista in the prestigious Royal Knights Academy. Member of the famous club and paranormal group Blood +, she is initially a tagged member who only joined just to be with her childhood best friend and protector against demons and spirits, Daniela. Known as the only surviving descendant of her clan after the cursed night of her birth where everyone in her family died, she is the only blood that carries the rare ability to drift and to use the drowsing necklace. The sacred artifact of the time and space that God Ophiuchus gifted. The ne

I wasn't even sure if Agatha was still alive with how she hung limply, only held up by the bloodsuckers holding her chains. "The famous Descendant. It is a great joy that she gets to die first." Lillian laughed, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Talia as she lifted the dagger in a dramatic show, wanting everyone to witness the moment she sent the Descendant back to the Goddess. I stepped forward, dodging Tobias and ducking under Killian's arm as I shifted into my skin. Talia lowered the blade, pressing it against my mother's throat, and I saw red. My hand lifted in her direction, and I could practically see the water in her body. I could feel the air going in and out of her lungs.

As inheritance. She stood at the altar one last time that night, her voice low, her breath steady. “We are not what was predicted,” she said. “We are what was chosen.” The flame surged. The runes flared. And the Grove whispered. She is Grove. She is melody. She is mother. She is future.

voice serious. "I've received word from the moon goddess herself. She has chosen one of us to be her descendant." The pack falls silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe. Andrea can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knows how important this is, how much it means to all of them. "Who?" someone asks eagerly. Tyler smiles. "Andrea. The moon goddess has chosen Andrea to be her descendant." Andrea can feel her eyes filling with tears as the pack erupts into cheers and howls. She can hardly believe it herself, that she has been chosen by the moon goddess herself.

The last time I had them around, they had provided happiness but it was short-lived. A lot of bad things happened afterward. Was this a sign that something terrible was about to befall the pack, possibly me? ******************************************** FROM PENCILS TO YOU Keep sending in your gems guys, it means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who has always gifted gems to CURSED HEART. A big shout-out to Yolande Human, JANET MUIRURI and Lesliems for being my top fans. You have really encouraged me to keep writing this book.

“The voice whispered, but the guards of the Black Porch heard it very clearly. The surveillance camera even recorded it and the guards there immediately sent the file to the entire school network. The voice said, “Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, or do you prefer I call her Venus Samudera? She is my descendant, a descendant of Giris Druiksa, the God of Hatred, the daughter of my grandson, Amerta Adiwangsa. However, this child is cursed and I, as its predecessor, give you a piece of advice. Let her live with darkness clasped in her hands, or give her death and your world remains happy. “After that, suddenly VoltaKron Zaloya announced that Giris whispers were also heard in the night sky across the cou

Ashley POV A month has passed since everything happened to me. I'm not fully healed but I know if I can reach that thing too. I don't want to rush myself because it will only make it harder for me. Right now I'm here at the party that my parents say, they can't go because they are both busy with daddy so I have no other choice but to be the representative.

" Honey, I'm just asking you to be kind and considerate to our guests. He knows the old partnership relationship that his father has with Pedro Guimarães.” " I'll be polite, as you always saw to it that we were. Alright like this?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow. I couldn't promise anything more than that. I believe she was satisfied with my answer, as she left, not without first insisting: "Don't be long, " He spoke again. When I finished reading the report and organizing my notes, I took a shower and went downstairs to meet Mom's guests. As I had imagined, there were the Guimarães, in this case, Alicia, her sister Beatrice, Mr. Francisco, and his wife, Mrs. Caterina.