Poor Unfortunate Souls Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

"I have this memories that feels like it's mine but of a different time. A memory that does not belong to this particular mind or body." He nodded sagely, "it's because you're a descendant." She turned to face him, "what is a descendant?" "Descendants are any kind of supernatural humans that can reincarnate and pass down their memories from body to body through time." "So I reincarnate?" "Indeed." ★★★★ They returned home to a mouth watering meal of Macaroni and cheese prepared by Angelus. Each of them gathered at he dining table; except Cassie and Brandy of course, who had returned to their various homes.

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

Everyone looks at me, stunned. "What?" I ask. "The goddess was right about you, now I am certain," Adeera says mostly to herself than anyone here. "Care to explain and not in codes?" I huff and they all chuckle. "Forgive me, but it seems we have found our moon descendant," she says. I cringe inwardly as the descendant she is referring to seems to be me. Great. More codes. "The moon descendant is destined to free all wolves bound in chains of silver, this shall be her fate. Unless one with two souls, she shall meet her destiny, or choose to fail," she whispers like a chant of old times.

"No, Seraphina. It was the prophecy." He took her hand gently. "The 20th descendant is dusk or dawn, but it's the 18th descendant's death that paves the way for their birth. I'm sorry, love." "No, no, I don't believe it. I don't believe it. He's not dead!" She finally said it. "He can't be dead. Cedric can't..." Her screams turned into whispers. "He can't, Arik."

This game would never end, even if he had to drag them all down to hell with him. It was because she knew him that she came up with this. There was nothing more important than staying alive. He didn’t know how, but she had somehow managed to get all their descendants to compromise. “But they had gotten so much from their grandparents! How could we allow them to get away so easily?!” Quincey said, unable to accept it. Their predecessors had committed such heavy sins, but the descendants didn’t need to bear any responsibilities because they were all dead. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Deep inside, there was only emptiness. Why were Mommy and Daddy sad? Wasn't this what they wanted? They didn't have to worry about me anymore. They could have another child and live a happy life without fearing a cursed soul like me would ruin everything. Out of the blue, Mommy began pounding the coffin in a frenzy. Her hands were cut open by the nails, blood oozing in shocking streaks. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know… Oh, Adam, my boy!"

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

Yeah, I need an Heir but I can always get out from her later, right? I just need to get married to Marcella and stop getting confused. *** The next morning was better because I woke up like a demon with a new mission. Dad regained consciousness, Mum was now panting heavily with rants about Zenevieva's absence and I had new ways of increasing those rogues' punishments. As long as they are descendants of Zenevieva, Rogues remain the most disgusting and terrible beings to exist. I had a terrible nightmare again about that rogue princess stabbing me so hard and going straight to my eyes, screaming that I don't deserve to see the beauty of this world.

I removed the blade and threw it on the floor "I am not doing it right. I should cut your arms directly" His eyes became wide in horror when I asked for the saber. "No, please" he begged. "Your begging is feeling good to my ears. So keep begging!" I came back. "Aldrich, please I am your brother" his eyes welled up, he was trying to make his hands free. "Than the baby whom you have thrown in the river was also your nephew" I yelled. "It - It was a mistake" he stuttered. "Taking an innocent souls' life is a mistake for you?"

Ka-Rin had moved to the front, if not she too would have been stuck. “My dear daughter, I was doomed already. The weight of the hammer had already put a lot of strain on my heart, it was only a matter of time before I would pass. The arrow was meant to strike X, but found me instead. I am happy that it choose me and not you two. Yes, if it were not for X’s attempt to deflect it, he would have been the one to pass; but I would have soon followed. All hope would have been lost, as he is the last direct descendant.” Alyisha breath was heavy and started to become painful.