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

I faked a smile, “it was my grandmothers name. She died when my father was young.” Mona nodded, “yeah, I heard about that. My parents both died when I was young too. Didn’t know my biological dad, but my mom was really sweet. My actual name is Morana though. It actually means death or rebirth, but it’s kind of a lot to say. So I kept it short.” Apparently Mona liked to talk. Maybe I could find out more about her. That would mean I’d have to engage in small talk. Ugh, I hate small talk. Okay. I could ask about her human family.

Grayson then opened the folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and began to read it with clear articulation. “The first generation that could be tested. Male, D’Artagnan Ares. Wife, Susan Taylor.” Jay could not help but ridicule. “So corny.” Grayson was dumbfounded. “Mr. Ares, this is the name of your ancestor. “Aren’t you afraid that they’ll come to you at night for ridiculing your deceased ancestor?” “Continue.” “Second generation, Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela Hughes.” “Third generation, Terrance Ares. Wife Elizabeth Left.”

His attention was back on Alex and these revelations that just kept getting more bizarre as they were told. “Her last name was Cayce, that’s all I know.” Alex felt lost as she didn’t even know who she belonged to or who she came from. Danny kissed her softly on the cheek and drew her closer to him. His wolf felt the sadness that was radiating off their mate and wanted to console her and let her know that he would always be there for her. “You’re a descendant of Edgar Cayce,” Derek spoke this more of a realization than of a question for the girl.

my own father doesn't know who he is to me! And that explains the reason for her tears! My poor Angel! "Wait! ! I read something in our book while you were sleeping where.. wait ...Here! Here, listen, Every generation will birth one heir to the singular eye color, characteristic only of descendants of a white wolf. If we can find the name of that Alpha's great great grandmother we can trace the descendants with violet eyes, and that would only be two people before we know your father's name. Right, Jeremy? Wouldn't that be the genealogical treeing of that?"

Under the shade of the same rock, she told me, "I understand your father's decision. And I don't think there's anything better than that. Even I have the ambition to cease the trivial war, to see you racing carefree around as well. "When you wake up from slumber, I will be by your side too. My name was based on my mother's favorite flower. Then starting from me, the names of my descendants will be after the names of the flowers. In that way," she picked a dandelion in the meadow and blew its soft petals in the air, "remember me." ... ...

They were praised as one of the rarest gems! “What is your name? Where did you come from? Why do you have the Eternal Depths Sapphire?” Exclaimed Israel! X did not not seemed to care for the topic as he mostly disregarded it. “I am X, Son of Kon, last descendant of the Han clan. I do not have much on me, other than that what you see. I did not know that my possessions value was worth more than life. I will say this only once. I have slayed your kin, do not tempt me any further for those left will join him.” X said bitterly.

It says here she's a rogue, but that gives them no absolute power to eliminate whoever they please! My hands were shaking, but I still managed to flip through the next page. Then I froze. RESULT - Success. It was written right above a picture of me, as a toddler. That's when it finally dawned on me. "I'm the newborn child..." I gasped before tears flowed into my eyes. I blink them back as I try to read the next paragraph. Experiment 99 survived all stages of the test and shall now be known with the name Danika as the 2nd descendant of Solaris family.

“I had a brother named Nicholas, you know?” “Nicholas Jones. My grandfather.” I’m so surprised that I almost drop Adare. I don’t know why. By now, I really should expect to hear those words coming from people’s mouths. “Really? So you are a Jones too?” “No, your majesty. My…my…he was my mother’s father.” “Oh. Right. So who was your father? What’s your surname?” “I am a bastard.” “So?” Nicholas gives me a strange look. “Bastards are not allowed family names. We have one name only.”

As a family bond thing. Michael leaned over. "So… like Michael Rhodes Williams?" "And Mex Rhodes Williams," I attempted. Huh. It did sound… fancy. Like someone who could have cake for breakfast and not be in trouble. Dad's voice rolled in like a thunderstorm. "No." We all looked over at him. His arms were folded. The jaw thing was going on. "They have my name. They don't need another one." "It's not replacing your name," Grandma said kindly, but her eyes dared him to contradict her. "It's simply adding to it. A legacy."

Maynard is clearly showing his annoyance , there is nothing helpful with the nonsense that he is spouting. “Wait, does that mean, even if the parents of that human doesn;t have black hair, the descendant will still have the same appearance?” Myrvinne tries to confirm. “I don’t know, only the name will be bestowed to that child is Barrett, it is not a common name so I’m not sure if they just use it to make the story more reliable or what.” “Barrett’s parents don't have black hair and eyes, even the prior ones to their generation no one ever has that black hair and eyes!” Myrvinne explained.