The Descendants Novels & Stories

Maybe even babies could sense the threads that connected us all through blood and loss and choices made in darkness. The Phoenix Council had grown beyond my wildest hopes. Forty-three confirmed descendants now, scattered across seven territories. Some came with children, others with stories of families hidden so deep even they hadn't known their heritage. We met quarterly in different locations—neutral ground, always, to avoid the politics of pack territories.

It was older, more deteriorated, its hull eaten away by ten years of saltwater corrosion. A research submersible. My son Robb’s submersible. Griffin's craft, in its final descent, had come to rest right beside where my son had died. They were together at last. Father and son, side by side, in the dark of this abyss. "Maren?" I had gone quiet for too long. Brody's voice came through the headset, careful and tentative. "Are you okay? Are you in position?" "I am." I stared at the two wrecks lying next to each other and did not speak for a long time. Finally, I activated the mechanical arm, and the salvage operation began.

Thousands. Maybe millions. The representation layer had not recovered children. It had recovered every continuity organized around Elena’s family. Older Elena whispered: “This is not family expansion.” Current Elena stared at the crowd. “What is it?” The older woman looked terrified. “Protagonist inheritance.” Silence. “If centrality cannot remain with one Elena…” “…the system is distributing it through descendants.” Root’s face went white. “Heritable narrative priority.” Exactly. Every descendant could become a new center.

The mention of the worst species of werewolves sent the room into a frenzy. “There is only one Beast that we know of,” Nathan recovered himself from a shock, “and he died hundreds of years ago.” “I’m not talking about the Fallen Beast. I’m talking about its descendants,” Dad clarified, and then he glanced at me, “and I think your friend is one of them.” A hard gasp came out of my mouth. I still could not believe that Ronny was a werewolf, and now Dad said that he was the descendant of the vilest and most brutal creature of Lycanthrope that caused the biggest war in the history?

ADOPTED HEIR **The truth** Isabella's P O V "So mom, we are listening. Tell us all about it. It's been a long day already." Kendra said with her fingers Interlocked. She looks so eager to hear all about it. "Yes, I've been eager to hear the whole thing too." Kendrick supported. I adjusted nervously on my seat. This is really hard. It's going to be more difficult than I thought. "So um..my mother is Grams only daughter, she..."

“You are the descendent of the Goddess as well. You are our grandchild’s child.” I shook my head in denial…but how could I deny the connection? I had always felt comfortable around Malachi and Ezra. I had always felt like they were my guardians, my blood. Now that they were saying that I was actually their blood…it did make sense, but at the same time, it seemed like a farfetched fairytale. “How is that even possible? My parents…they are your descendents too?” “Yes,” Ezra nodded. “One side of your family comes from us. I cannot tell who our blood is unless we see them, but either your mother or your father is our descendent. You are possibly the fourth generation.”

Lex said. “Hmm. Well we don't have a mirror that big right now but I can find one. It might take me a few days though.” Aeden said. “That's ok, another thing is that our Histories say that 'we' Kar and myself are Descendant from the Creators of my world. So, I was wondering if you and Dean are also Descendant from them as well.” Lex explained. “Um, maybe, I mean it's possible. Do you know what the 'Creators' names are? Both first and last and the Date of when your people were created?” Aeden asked.

The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years. "It is time." The Leader is sitting at the top of the arena, with thousands of people screaming all over the place. Cheering for the two teams fighting over the crown. The descendants of the Berhalksawn family have walked out of the arena, greeting the thousands of immortals.

“Now getting into the server isn’t easy so we log in for a few minutes every couple of days, long enough to d******d the chatter of the last twenty-four hours and get off undetected, but after you called me I was going through some of it and I came across something that interested me.” “The seven are dead. More resources needed for the descendant.” “We were attacked by seven hunters.” Will pointed out. “Possibly, but that wasn’t what tipped me off.” He pulled up another screen. “Weeks ago there was talk of a conspiracy, that’s literally what they called it and shortly after that mention of “the descendant” came up. There wasn’t much on the matter and we struggled to get in for a few days so

Alba and Valerio had just received the genius direct descendants from the Fellowes family. There were only a hundred people on the team, and they were all very young, ranging from tens to hundreds of years old. In a big family like the Fellowes family, even if they did not have 10,000 direct descendants, there would be as many as 8,000 descendants. This was not including the collateral descendants. These more than one hundred people could be said to be the most essential part of the family and they were also the last hope of the Fellowes family.