What's My Name From Descendants 2 Lyrics Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure if he was right, but I knew that no matter what it was, I would love and protect my child. "What should we name him?" Mason asked in an attempt to calm me. "Xavier." I responded as images of my father's face flashed across my mind. "Xavier," Mason repeated, rubbing his chin. "I like it." "I do too." Dax boomed, entering the room. "It is a name worthy of a prince." "Prince?" What did he mean by "prince"? "There is a prophecy that has been passed around the dark lands." Dax began. "About the descendants of the moon wolf."

I said worriedly, feeling the burning in my eyes, because I knew what could happen if his wolf was wrong. He started to say she was a descendant, but I interrupted him saying fuck who she was a descendant of, I started to feel tears coming out of my eyes and while I was sobbing I continued to say that in recent years none of the generations were chosen and I asked why it had to be my generation, I said he knew what could happen if his wolf was wrong.

His husky voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I’ve played this game before. I know where this is going. “Didn’t you hear the Arbiter?” My voice shakes slightly. He doesn’t seem amused by my sarcasm. “Your real name,” he presses. I part my lips, my name kissing the tip of my tongue. But I hesitate, remembering a valuable lesson I was taught not long ago. “Alaki Bea X,” I say, the name rolling off my tongue with an awfully bitter taste. “Your parents gave you the last name X?” He asks with sincerity.

Am I not a true child of my father? As those thoughts ran through my mind I couldn't help but clutched my hand on my chest as I tried to ease the throbbing pain in my heart but it was not working. “You're a special child, Daisy,” she said while arranging some herbs on a counter. “And your kind are rare to find, you're the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess.” After she said those words she paused and waited for me to absorb everything. I have heard those words before, from Asher, he told me about the direct descendant of the moon goddess as the only person who could help break his curse.

Suddenly, there was a cry of my name, "Moonlight Jade!" "Moonlight Jade!" XXX

The happiness just a mask for my disdain. “Oh great Ahlai, Oh great Ahlai, Our Great Father’s line will never die! Our Great Father’s line will never die!” The song continues. The drums begin to crescendo to the conclusion. My feet stomping, spinning wildly until the song ends. The crowd applauds. I deep curtsy to the Prince and make my way back to the table. Alpha Rezaor’s descendants still sit in the Alpha house of Lunar Storm.

My grandmother. The words echoed through every corner of my mind. Not my mother. Not some forgotten queen from an old story. My grandmother. The silver pendant hanging from the Collector's hand suddenly felt heavier than the black throne on the horizon. The connection surged. A single name repeated over and over. Lyssara. Not as a whisper. As a memory trying desperately to return. I closed my eyes. The square disappeared. For one fleeting heartbeat, I heard laughter. Warm. Gentle.

Lira's POV “Alia,” I said, my voice shaking. “What did you hide from me?” She looked so weak and struggled to speak. Her eyes were red, as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Divine is my direct descendant,” she said quietly. “I think it's because the old blood runs purely in my veins. I figured it out the first time she got into my head”

Her unwavering support brought a lump to my throat. “Thank you,” I said softly. She nodded, her expression softening. “Now, tell me the rest. How did you survive the poison?” I hesitated, knowing this would be the hardest part to explain. “Because…I’m not like everyone else. I’m a descendant of Selene, the moon goddess.” Rmonica blinked, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “A descendant of Selene?”

Tears sting the corners of my eyes. I’ve spent my whole life thinking I was unwanted. That the man who left me in the hands of the Nightfall Pack didn’t care about me anymore. That the Nightfall Pack raised me out of duty. And pity. But my mum… she searched for me. She tried to find me even though she didn't know my name. The thought makes my knees weak. “So…” I pick at my nails again. “My name… Jocelyn…?” “The stranger probably gave it to you.”