Long Live Evil From Descendants Novels & Stories

I could already hear the senselessly frightening monologue that will arrive before the actual answer. "As you may know, the elven kind has evolved significantly over the centuries that had left the dark war in the past. The elven race has long since disappeared yet they are very much still here. A darkling is a descendant of a dark elf and any other creature born in the light," he spoke slowly.

" Briella stops and takes a few deep breaths and then continues on with what she is telling me. “The great evil that is coming is unknown to most of the supernatural world. One of Morgana’s descendants had a vision of what exactly we would have to face. It has been kept secret, as the witches council decided it was safer that way and to keep everyone safe and also to keep you safe, Serenity, as there are races out there loyal to this evil. Before the prophecy was foretold, your ancestor, Lucius Nightshade, was demanding more land for his pack. He had a small clan of Kukan (dark) kitsunes that lived in the territory that was neighbouring his.

“The immortal souls of the damned are alive within you, Hell child, and it seems you’ve chosen your champion.” “What do mean, her champion?” Evan asked, curiosity leaking through the desperate ferocity in his voice. “For the apocalypse,” she scoffed, as though it was obvious. “Lucifer tempted Eve to his side during the first era’s reckoning, and it would seem that his daughter has chosen you.” “I met Evan on campus, I didn’t know—” “The end is coming, Hell child. What you thought you knew is of little consequence.” Her voice unified into one, so much softer than before, but infinitely more shattering until it was all I could hear. “Events have already been set into motion.”

The mention of the worst species of werewolves sent the room into a frenzy. “There is only one Beast that we know of,” Nathan recovered himself from a shock, “and he died hundreds of years ago.” “I’m not talking about the Fallen Beast. I’m talking about its descendants,” Dad clarified, and then he glanced at me, “and I think your friend is one of them.” A hard gasp came out of my mouth. I still could not believe that Ronny was a werewolf, and now Dad said that he was the descendant of the vilest and most brutal creature of Lycanthrope that caused the biggest war in the history?

A loud and deafening screech welcomed them; the band of darkness was no longer lingering the cauldron’s mouth. The piercing cry grew louder as they entered the cabin. Clarence did not care about what the sound was, so he went over to the alpha and tried waking him up. Unfortunately, it was hopeless – Cliden was no longer breathing. Clarence, though he was envious of his brother’s position, cared for him. After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love.

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

“He said something like he was going to use it as a weapon. About the end of some sort of war.” “Damn it,” Dad said, pulling out his phone. "Marcus? It's worse than we thought. Gather the Council. And James? Bring the grimoire. “I’ll just show her whatever she needs to see. "Everything about what?" "About what you really are." Mom sat next to me and took my hand. “About why the Blackwoods have hunted our family for generations. And the decision you’ll need to make.”

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

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he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.