The Descendants Novelas e Histórias

“Then you be joyed because soon we shall have even more lands to add to ours.” Perci frowned, his brows dropping so low that they almost touched his lashes. “Dymas has returned from the north.” “The dragon descendants?” “They do not have dragon blood, they have no intention of straightening our army. They murder our women and children.” “My lord, I foresaw this when I begged that we do not intermarry with them.”

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.

"we assume that you are. You are a rare breed of wolf if the legends and myths that we heard are true." André slammed his hand on the table, and the lid noise nearly made me topple over in fear. "Who are the Descendants of Selene? What is going on here?" The scientists trembled slightly as they saw André's impatient glare. "We already told you, Sir. They are a rare..." "I heard that part. I mean, 'who' are they? Where can we find them? What can they do?" The leader of the research team straightened up a little, and his demeanour relaxed slightly.

Mum’s eyes darkened as she sighed deeply. “She did, but not completely. She lives between the land of the living and the realm of the dead. She only emerges when her descendants summon her.” “Her descendants? How do we find her descendants? Do you know of any?” my brows furrowed. “There’s a descendant of hers you and I know.” “Really? Who?” I asked. Mum went silent, as if weighing the effect of the words that were about to leave her mouth. She cleared her throat, as if she was preparing for a war that was about to emerge.

Still, I stepped across the threshold and the heavy stone door shut behind me with a loud crack. Vaelorra walked toward the room at the end of the basement, and I followed silently. She approached the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested. Her fingers moved along their spines as though she knew every book by heart. I remained beside the huge desk, supporting my tired body with my palms. “An Unspun descendant,” she began, “is one from the bloodline of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her.

"Milly, Andy still doesn't know you're my daughter, does he? Tell him, and he'll choose you." My father's voice came from the other end of the call. But just thinking of Andy in bed with another she-wolf made me sick. "No, father. I'm breaking up with him. I'll settle everything within a week." My father, the Lycan King William Gomez, sounded overjoyed with my decision. "The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time."

"You are amazing, Elias. I am so proud of you." The journey to find the descendants took months. Elias guided them across the kingdom, following the faint threads of light that connected him to the old bloodlines. They traveled through forests and over mountains, across plains and through bustling cities. They met people from all walks of life, each one carrying a fragment of the ancient power.

Keeping power concentrated to them would be impossible if there was always the threat of someone strong enough to eradicate them without breaking a sweat. Destroying the temples wouldn't stop a descendant from reappearing, but it would limit the extent of their knowledge, keeping them practically neutralized. Easily malleable. “How does one become a descendant?” I asked. “I'm not really sure.” Ophelia shrugged. “Few texts suggest they are born during rare cosmic events relating to the sun, others say it's completely random. The file we have on Elian suggests he was born under the first category, so I'll go with that.”

Xander again nods. "Who is the beta's descendants?" Xander sighs. "Since I found out the cursed skipped me, I've been doing some digging and found out that Jerry Desmond is Beta Kirk Desmond's descendent," "Jerry? As in Julia's mate?" Xander nods. "You mean Dominic and Bane will have the same mate?" "Yes," "When will the curse end?" "When Caliana chooses a Caputo of the Demond's," "After all these years, she hasn't ever chosen a Caputo?"

Among my descendants, by divine will, there are 5 with great powers. From the silver light that still shone, 5 beautiful young people came out hand in hand and stopped at the top of the stairs. - from left to right. The last descendant of my second son, Reed Redwood, the golden wolf. He has the power to open portals. The last descendant of my third son, Elena Redwood, the Pink Wolf. She has the power to make people tell the truth. The last descendant of my fourth son, Grace Redwood, the silver wolf. She has the power to cure the incurable. The last descendant of my fifth son, Logan Redwood, the Green Wolf. He has the power to control the space that surrounds him. Finally, Alexia Redwood, the