Mal #descendants 1 Novels & Stories

"This Oasis of Terra-genesis, is the lake of the gods which only appears to descendants who have not yet crossed into adulthood and are yet unable to control their power, wherever they may be. The water itself manifests the descendants' uncontrollable power in an attempt to subdue the mass of power that is generated from the young descendants by creating a battle in their body and minds. It is then up to them to fight and take control of what power is left in them. For each descendant their training is different. Bruce, for example, has no need to enter the lake. His power controls the earth and the sky, therefore the earth is more of an anchor for him. What amazes me the most is that Malia

I let out a growl. ‘Magnus, you’ve shifted?’ Dad says. ‘And he is pure white like my wolf.’ Mum says, stunned. ‘Have you ever seen a white male Alpha before?’ dad asks mum. ‘No, but like me, he is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Perhaps my grandfather was a white wolf or a grandfather before him, or he could be the first pure white alpha wolf to exist? But either way, the Moon Goddess has bestowed this on him.’ Mum smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, my son.’ She says and hugs me.

“Sunnie is not one of us. But she has always been there and followed us. Her defecting is a great loss.” I am really confused. “Wait so Sunnie is not a descendant? Then how does she fit in?” I ask. Sam looks at Mayhem. He nods at him to give him the okay to tell me. “Sunnie is a child of a descendant and a mortal. She is not a full-blooded descendant. All of us are descendants of descendants. Every single one of us both parents can be traced back to the watchers. Not Sunnie only her father was a descendant. I guess she felt like an outsider with us. She did not have to feel that way. We all loved her.” Sam says.

I let out a growl. ‘Magnus, you’ve shifted?’ Dad says. ‘And he is pure white like my wolf.’ Mum says, stunned. ‘Have you ever seen a white male Alpha before?’ dad asks mum. ‘No, but like me, he is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Perhaps my grandfather was a white wolf or a grandfather before him, or he could be the first pure white alpha wolf to exist? But either way, the Moon Goddess has bestowed this on him.’ Mum smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, my son.’ She says and hugs me.

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

He promptly countered, "That's not true. Mom, didn't you say before that Uncle Xav wasn't normal and couldn't have children?" Marlene wished she could smack her son. "You misheard me." Malcolm didn't care. He ran to Clifford, grabbing his hand. "Great-Grandpa, chase this feral boy away. He's not one of us at all. He's only here to swindle me out of my rightful inheritance." He pointed menacingly at Noah. "I'm the future heir of the Lanes! Don't even think about it. I'll kill you if you try! Believe me!"

he asks me like I'm supposed to know the exact answer but I just shake my head in return. "I hate knox with all my life. He has overshadowed me in everything. Football captain! Alpha! And now a mate who belongs to the moon goddess lineage , "he shakes his head in disappointment. "What are you talking about ? "I ask with a bewildered look . All this talk about my lineage is hurting my head . My mom is the last descendent and I'm human! There is no way I can inherit her genes . There is no way! "look look, "Orion eyes me with a look that I don't like.

"Ethan and Arnold, your lineage is more significant than you know. You are the true heirs to the throne of the entire werewolf kingdom. Your reign is the key to restoring lasting peace." A collective gasp echoes through the hall. Ethan and Arnold look stunned, and their eyes widen in shock. I feel a rush of relief and a sense of rightness. Deep down, I’ve always known that they were destined for greatness, but hearing it confirmed is overwhelming. "How can this be?" Arnold asks, his voice shaking slightly. Seraphina smiles gently. "Your bloodline carries the legacy of our ancestors, a lineage that has been hidden to protect you until the time was right."

I asked, readjusting my position to listen better. "Well, they are practically descendants of old species. Most likely in the last two hundred years, they had an ancestor who was a part of the supernatural community. Mostly, these are witches in particular who decided to mate with humans. Sometimes Magic dies in family lines, especially when they continuously mix with those that are not their kind, in this case-humans. Blood is forgotten and they and their descendants fade into nothing. But of course, magic can never really be completely gone, that's why once every other generation from the descendants of every forgotten ancient blood, a finder, a glimpse, or a hunter is born." "What are tho