Novel & Cerita King Of Hearts Descendants

A brief explanation of what the Crescent Scarlet Kingdom is and where it is located. It really surprised me when I found out that I was actually the omega descendant of the Scarlet Moon royal child. What’s more is that I am the grandson of the 19th king of the Crescent Scarlet Kingdom. I can't experience a fantasy right now. A mortal fantasy that, of course, makes anyone not believe. I was stunned. “Why do you think mom is hiding this real identity?” I said then. Terrence took a deep breath. “Sometimes things can’t be put into words, right?”

His ferocity was unmatched, leaving nothing but shadows and the glow of his now-red eyes in his wake. Jed continued, his voice filled with sorrow. “All descendants bear the same curse. Anyone who discovers their secret is doomed to die. Prince Kael must have believed his mother’s death was his fault. Lady Alessandra, too… He hates his power, no matter how great it is. And before any descendant can rule, they must destroy their own heart and mind. To fully wield the king’s power, they must first relinquish their own…” Naya’s eyes stayed locked on Kael as he tore through his enemies. Unable to stand by any longer, she began to move toward him.

“Your brother, Keanu. He is a descendant of Kenzo and Khanza! Their son who was saved, he managed to live and drive out all the evil forces because of the power that was handed down directly by Kenzo and Khanza! He managed to get rid of me every time I targeted him and his family. He taught all his descendants how to get rid of the forces of evil. And Keanu and his family are the descendants of Kenzo and Khanza!" “Then, I have absolutely nothing to do with what happened two hundred years ago! Why have you always come to me since I was little, trying to take over my body and trying to kill me, then throwing my soul into the most cruel and terrible places?!" “Hey, my little girl… have you forg

She just didn’t have a chance to read any of it yet. She loved history. That’s why she was always reading that damn book of royals. But that was also her family history. “Do you know how many relatives Aurora has out in the world right now? Distant relatives that are related to the royal family?” I asked. “No. I wouldn’t have a clue. But it doesn’t matter. Because they don’t have the powers that we do. We’re the direct descendants of the Kings and Queens. The ones that weren’t direct descendants never got any powers. The powers were only passed down to the first born.” Peyton explained.

“It was difficult to find the heart inheritor. We thought we lost your heart forever. The heart design was destroyed twelve years ago by a wizard named Gilbert Drownlord. He killed himself and everyone in his family, to destroy your heart, but his eldest daughter survived the tragedy. Morana Drownlord is the inheritor of your heart, my lord. All these years she remained in hiding, but Illumi finally found her by detecting the pure fae mana that flows in her body because of your heart. W-we planned to transfer the heart into the Bond to improve its stability and ease its transfer into you, but…” “But?” he made me step closer to Edith and hold her chin. Looking into my eyes, Edith stammered. “

“Does anything else stand out?” Valerian leaned back and crossed his arms. “Can we skip the guessing game, bro? Just spit it out. You’re gonna tell us either way.” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose as a headache started throbbing. “You guys remember the old stories about Edemas? The ones we heard as kids?” They exchanged glances. Atlas leaned forward. “The last werewolf king? Yeah. Why?” “I think Lyanna is his last living descendant.” “Bullshit,” Rowan said, jaw dropping.

One of the workers unfolded the nearest bundle carefully before freezing completely. His expression changed instantly. “What?” Jax asked. The engineer handed me the paper silently. It was a list of names. Families. Locations. My chest tightened immediately when I realized what I was looking at. Records of descendants. Hidden descendants. The royal bloodline never disappeared after the kingdom collapsed. It scattered. Jax moved closer again while I kept reading. “Oh, this keeps getting worse.” One section near the bottom had been marked differently from the others. Black ink circled the final names repeatedly like whoever wrote it considered them important.

he carefully asked as his gaze didn’t leave the piece of paper… Jonathan answered after having a careful thought, “Yes… I think that’s possible… In our family, we also have an heirloom being passed down by generations. Although it’s not jewelry still, the same concept is applied.” So, if that’s the case, then they can track the descendants of the king of Heathern. Hans was sure that this necklace was passed down by his descendants. So, if they managed to track down the descendants of the king of Heathern, they would be able to find the girl in his memories. Hans’s hopes went up right away… They finally have a place to start. “We can track down his descendants… Since this piece was not public

The shadows around the chamber trembled again. Not violently this time. Grieving. Eleanor suddenly understood something horrifying. The heirs were not descendants in the normal sense. They were continuations. Fragments of the original Hollow King passed down through blood and darkness and memory. Each generation carrying pieces of the first weapon inside them. The loneliness. The hunger. The rage. All inherited. All engineered. Alaric looked exhausted suddenly. Not physically. Existentially. Like a man discovering his entire existence had been designed by monsters wearing divine faces.

The emotional helplessness. The terror of loving someone enough to lose yourself entirely. The unstable mate bond pulsed sharply between him and Aria again. And the King noticed. His smile widened. “Ah…” He stepped closer slowly. “The fracture already exists.” The Queen moved immediately between them. “Stay away from the heirs.” The King’s expression finally darkened slightly. “You still call them heirs after everything the Heart did to us?” Aria looked toward the Queen sharply. “What is he talking about?” Silence.