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

she exhaled my name softly, "No one knows this, but I am a direct descendant of Calandus... I am the daughter of Alpha Nelfas." The world tilted too slowly at this point, and I didn't understand what she was saying for a moment. Wasn't she Amelia's great-granddaughter from a different paternal lineage that had absolutely nothing to do with Calandus? "No," I breathed, shaking my head, my body rigid. "No, that's not—"

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.

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.”

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.

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.

“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.”