Novel & Cerita Poor Unfortunate Souls Descendants 2

She smiles and motions for me to keep walking. “Are you a descendant?” I ask. “Yes. We share the same father. Both my parents were descendants. When my mother died, My father remarried and Sunnie was born. She wasn’t always bad?” she tells me. “Sunnie was left out of a lot. Descendants are very ritualistic people. Well, We were until we got trapped in the void. You got us out. You saved all of us with your light.” “Key, I do not remember anything. I have fragments and that is it.” I reach for her. “I want to remember everything.”

The cramped cell offered little space to move, making it impossible to straighten my leg forward. I offered Charity a small smile in gratitude for waking me. "Of course," she replied, assuming the same uncomfortable position as she stood up. I knew I couldn't survive without her. I had met Charity three weeks ago when the Red Moon's pack took over our own. She had been kind and gentle to me, especially considering I had just lost both my parents to this terror. My father had been the beta of our pack before it was taken over, while Charity's father had been an Alpha. She was supposed to be the first female Alpha after him, but their pack fell to the notorious Red Moon pack.

Beneath the portrait was a letter addressed to “My Descendants.” Sophia unfolded the letter, her hands shaking as she read aloud: "To those who find this, know that my spirit has lingered not out of malice but to guide you. The curse upon our family was born of greed and betrayal, but it can be broken through unity and truth. Protect each other, for the shadows will try to tear you apart." As she finished reading, the room grew colder, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Eleanor, her ghostly form both beautiful and haunting.

Instead, she sighed in relief and caressed Xander’s face. She faced me, waving her hands at me. “I am still alive, Aurora, I didn’t die,” she said, her eyes glimmering in happiness. I forced a smile into my face and hugged her. I glanced at my sisters who seemed to be in shock too. “Why isn’t she dead yet?” I asked one of my sisters silently. “Perhaps, the descendant dies and leaves the body it is living in. Elena is different from the descendant. The descendant only took up her body, just like the beast took up Xander’s body,” one of them explained to me.

"I know it wasn't right, but Cody, that happened many years ago; now I think you should stop dwelling on your mistake and try to be a good father. I know you're not ready and you don't have much to offer Lucila, but you'll do fine." "It's unfair to them!" he roared, angry with himself, enraged at having been carried away, bewitched by the money. "Besides, Lucila is dying; it's my fault she's like this. She doesn't deserve a jerk like me; Jack has been much better for her than I could ever be.”

What? "Not pure maji," he said, "but their descendants. Look, it's all here." I wished I could read what he translated for myself. "The innocent women and men who died were the sons and daughters of powerful maji creators, gone while their blood lines carried on." He paused. "The sorcerers were too late, though, to catch everyone. The pureblood maji's children had already spread far and wide." Liam turned and continued his descent, my witch light floating ahead of him and lighting his reading. I was a little startled to reach the bottom, stepping down onto ground level before passing under a curved entry and into another round stone chamber.

“The descendants were hidden.” The realization slowly began forming. Draven continued. “They were scattered among ordinary packs.” “No royal titles.” “No special recognition.” “No obvious signs.” “Generation after generation.” “So no enemy could destroy them.” Aria’s pulse quickened. She already knew where this conversation was heading. Yet part of her desperately hoped she was wrong. “You’re saying her descendants survived?” Draven looked directly at her. “Yes.” The word echoed through the chamber. Simple. Certain. Terrifying. Silence followed.

Karl arrived at Pedrosa's mansion for the umpteenth time. It seemed that every time he came to this place, it always followed with something unpleasant. Like Indri Pedrosa's death. Or Theodore, who almost lost his life if he did not come soon at the right time. And now, he had just received word from Erick that the last descendant of Berthold was killed by a sand-element dragon named Nicholas Southampton.

Lucian’s P.O.V. I look around the small expanse of fresh, green grass that laid below the sun’s light, making up the park that was overflowing with families. My legs remain stretched out beneath me, a hand supporting my head as I watch with tired eyes. Following the happy families of attentive parents and cheerful children playing without a single concern for the eye to see, pain blisters through me from the sight of it. I pull my eyes away and focus them instead on my feet. I knock them together to distract myself, trying to make the knocking loud enough to drown out the laughter that echoed through my ears.

"Before I forget, her number is nine." Michael Sario closed the door, leaving him with the last thing he felt comfortable being alone with. He'd changed, though. He was no longer weak and unpredictable. He was a Fortunate of Sario blood, and he was capable of keeping an Unfortunate under his thumb. Kade looked to the Unfortunate for the second time. She slipped out a tiny sliver of her wet, pink tongue and moistened her lower lip. Something pulled tight in his abdomen at the sight, and he pushed out of his chair.