Novel & Cerita What's My Name What's My Name From Descendants

“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.”

she said smiling, that was the first time I saw her smile. "That's a strong name," I acknowledged smiling back. "It means descendant of the Ancestor," She explained. "That's really cool that you put the energy into knowing the origin," Hayley said nodding "It was my grandfather's name before he passed away last year," she replied. "Aww that's so sweet," I said smiling. "What about yours, what are you going to name the twins?" She asked. I clutched the ultrasound pictures closer to my chest. "I was thinking of Zayne and jade, but I haven't completely decided yet." I admitted.

No matter what they goes through the succeed in it; To bring it close to you is from my late father, his name is Kylas, whom I named your father after his him, the name has been in our family for the past decades, my own name is Donald Kylas, during our time things started changing back to our good nature, and it later appear in the body of your father Kylas Robsin Donald, his wealth takes us back to our glorious days, which has make us so happy today, and you were born into the era of riches, with a silver spoon, you see this wisdom you guys portray it is from our family it is a genetics, I do not know more of your mother side but I think there were also good and brilliant that is why your

“The children of that bond would have carried both.” “Yes,” Nara says, still on the phone. “And the line that came from them carried the merged names forward. Some children going by Avery, some by Calloway, some by both, over the generations.” She pauses. “Ayla’s father was a Calloway. Her mother was a Bren.” She pauses. “Same names, four hundred years later.” I look at Bren across the table. “Your family kept the name Bren,” I say. “As a given name.”

My skin beginning to get so sensitive that when his hands moved forward to grab my shoulder and shorten the distance between us, I stood still and held my breath. "Who are your parents? You are not a Cooper, the couple never had children!" He squeezed my shoulder and a moan came out of my mouth. His eyes turned down to my lips and something like a shadow of desire passed in between his deep dark orbs while looking at me. "My name is Sydney Escariot. Yes, you are right! I am not a Cooper by blood. This is just to put a mask on my real name, I am a descendant of the family who have once betrayed the Alpha King!"

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

Everett looked down at me as his brows rose. I looked up at him, realising how close our faces were. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, ’Seems like you have been doing well in your research, darling,’ he scanned my face. Facing the wall again, ‘After the war, they engraved their names here in their mother tongue, so their offspring could remember who they were, what name they carried in their blood,’ he dragged his finger across the first name, ‘Cadman…’ then he moved down to the second name, ‘… Fukuda… Warner… Reika…’ Then his hand lay over mine as he spoke the final name, ‘and Imala.’

The grass was wet, but a refreshing vivid green and the air smells like spring. He sat near the window in a coffee shop that day. The shop was near his company. His full name was Yang Tian-Xu. Yang was his surname, and his birth name, Tian-Xu. As direct descendants of the Yang Family, he knew his burden. Many remembered the Generals of the Yang family as an old folklore; and the Yang family histories were long forgotten by many. However, their descendants still remembered and worshipped the family.

Mom and Dad celebrated my brother's birthday with luxury and also by inviting all Willis. The treasure my mother's parents left behind was a lot. There will never be seven derivatives. My mother was a descendant of knights from the famous noble family, the Gibson family. As for dad, he's just a human being from a simple family who has no descendants of knights or hunters. Those who do not have such a lineage, are considered weak and very easy to destroy. But that's just an old-fashioned thought. For now, those who have children or not, coexist peacefully without any more strife and debate.

The necromancer smiled, “Let’s say, I’m the descendant of the very same Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel. In our family, we have a history of using the same names. For many years I lived alone on an estate far away from the capital. Our family has never appeared in public because the surname Eridanus is notorious. But that didn’t prevent me from inheriting some of the Undead King’s old invocations. Although, of course, no one can compare for magic with my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.” He knit his brows and stuck out his chin swaggeringly, nodding his head to confirm his last words. But it appeared quite clearly to me that the corners of the necromancer’s mouth were twitching,