Merlin Academy Descendants Novels & Stories

“But you must learn to tuck it down, Child of Blood. Eyes will be watching.” I tilted my head. “Eyes?” Aelius let out a short laugh. “The one I felt yesterday...the one who remembered. You said that could not have been Theron Sterling.” “Yes?” I asked eagerly, urging him to continue. It would be good to get some more information on that. “It is my theory that whoever I felt was a descendant of the same royal line as you,” he continued. “Someone whose blood has remembered, but whose mind is still catching up for now. As your powers continue to grow, they will know exactly who you are.”

Ivy's own successor at the Academy, a brilliant young scholar named Merrin who had trained directly under Ivy's careful guidance before her own eventual, peaceful passing several years earlier, led this ambitious research effort. "We've discovered something significant," Merrin reported, during a follow up council session nearly eighteen months into this careful investigation. "Ancient records from Cindermoor's oldest archives, previously dismissed as simple mythology, apparently describe genuine historical memory regarding this separated realm. They call it the Verdant Beyond, and according to these fragmentary accounts, it once contained an entire civilization of beings connected to the sa

May continued, her tone lowering as though even the walls might betray her. “He loved her anyway. Michelle was the Mad King’s granddaughter, the only direct descendant anyone could find. Her brother, James, had inherited the Mad King’s abilities too, but he vanished when he turned eighteen. No one knows where he went. That left Michelle as the only one the Twelve could target. The danger was constant, and my father made it clear: her survival was my duty.” Her hands tightened into fists in her lap as she spoke, and I saw the weight of that responsibility etched into her expression.

“What is that?” “The vision I gave you showed your future as the leader of the gifted academy. We will open an academy for the gifted, for the descendants of the Gods and Goddesses. In this academy, the Demigods will be taught to harness their abilities and affinity to the elements. The academy students will be the peacekeepers of the Earth. Each student will be invited to join the academy on their 21st birthday and transcend to the Demigod status. Your destined path is to set up the academy and be the academy principal. You will lead the gifted from Harlech Castle.” Selene tells me. “What is my decision to make?”

Over the years since Snow officially took over the Seven Magics Academy, I found myself in this position many times. She sat up, rubbing her head. "Where am I?" Her voice was soft but dangerous. I would bet my right hand she was descended from trolls. Don't ask about the logistics of that. I didn't want to know. Nor did I want to think about it. Weirdly, it was more common than one might believe. Some humans were willing to try anything, including a smelly troll. "You're in the basement of the Seven Magics Academy, a school for supernatural kids like you," I said, resting my hands on my hips.

“She may think that the Philosopher's Stone is a suitable item for you. To help everyone in this world, to destroy all the evil and pain that torments the world, and above all, to destroy the Sorcery.” Liam clenched his fists. Heath shrugged his shoulders. “Don't forget that you too, will have twins soon. And they both are Lycan descents. Your daughter will be the destined mate of a Lycan, and your son will be the future leader of Almandine.” “Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred years from now, they will probably still need you. Not just them, but your grandchildren… your great-grandchildren…” Heath paused for a moment. "Your descendants that she will never be able to meet in her lifet

“You are of the Alpha’s Line. A direct descendant of the First Wolves, the ones who could command both light and shadow.” I blinked, the weight of his words crashing down on me. “The First Wolves?” Eldon nodded. “Long ago, before the packs divided, there was one Alpha who united them all. His descendants inherited his power, but over the centuries, the line was believed to have died out.” “But Morgana knew,” Alex said, his jaw tightening. Eldon’s expression darkened. “Yes. She must have discovered your lineage and sought to use it for her own gain. The power in your blood could tip the balance of any war.”

"The symbol belongs to a bloodline that was believed to have vanished generations ago." My heart pounded. "What bloodline?" Maelis leaned forward, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "The Aurelian line. They are the descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. They were the oldest Alpha family in existence." I shook my head. "That's impossible, I am an orphan. Nobody ever came for me, nobody has ever claimed me." "Because someone made sure they couldn't." Maelis reached out and took my hand. Her fingers were warm and steady. "Your wolf, Auren. When did she stop responding?"

Holds the second highest position in the Twelve Descendants. • Sebastian Aries Cohen, 21. Code Name: Pierce. Manslayer 113, Archaios' right hand. Holds the third highest position in the Twelve Descendants. • Marcelina Farren, 21. Code Name: Vixen. Manslayer 112, holds the 4th highest position in the Twelve Descendants. • Eliseo Achilles Azvameth, 21. Code Name: Ache. Manslayer 116, youngest brother of Gideon Azvameth. Placing 5th at the Twelve Descendants.

Merlin could not help but think of what Lord Acker had said to him in the private room at the performance. He had wanted to let Merlin’s grandchild take after his last name, Lammy. Although this method was a little old-fashioned, it really touched his heart. If he wanted to carry on his family lineage, the necessary condition would be to pass on his last name. If this was true, he would not feel ashamed to face his ancestors after his death, then. After thinking about it, he clasped one of his hands over the other as he faced Lord Acker and said sincerely, “Uncle Acker, I will definitely remember your kindness!”