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

Clearing my throat to snap them all back to reality, my friend Crystal blinks a few times and then shrills and starts demanding to know my wolf's name. After getting her calmed down I then told everyone that her name is Midnight Rose. My parents look at me and say, “Honey we need to go and have a talk about your lineage.”. I look back at my parents in shock and say, “What about my Lineage???”.

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.

Again, Adam started to nod at me as realization began to settle in my eyes. “I—I am a descendant of Queen Idara?” I gulped hard, trying to comprehend what I had just asked. Adam nodded affirmatively at me without using words to reply to me. “That would mean that you and I, we—we are distant cousins?” I asked him with widened eyes and Adam grinned at me. “Absolutely.” “B—but wait for a second, nobody knows our family tree beyond Aegus Montero, why is that? This is all so confusing!” I abruptly got up to my feet and ran my hand through my hair.

Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud. “Her descendent will be mated, to the son of the moon.’ HER descendent, not his. What was your mother’s last name, Madelyn, do you know?” As she reads the line, I feel that same zing, that same pull to the words. I am her descendent, even if I have no idea what that means. “My mother’s maiden name was Falkor.” “How very appropriate that the descendant of the Guardian of the People is mated to the son of a Guardian,” an ethereal voice says behind me.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

My son, Moon, was strong, steady, and handsome, carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had been born to command. Their names were more than names. Munera and Moon. They carried the weight of history, the legacy of our bloodline, and the whispers of a prophecy that had once seemed like a distant dream. They bore the names of the Moon Goddess and of me—a gift and a responsibility intertwined. I had named them with love, yes, but also with hope. Hope that one day, they would step into the roles that destiny had prepared for them.

I got up and took the laptop from the dresser. “What’s that babe?” Gunner asked, “What’s what?” ------ “Are you trying to tell me that you think I’m some kind of god?” I laughed. She can’t be serious, I know my past is a bit of a mystery, but there’s no way that I'm a goddess. That’s just ridiculous. “Oh no my darling, you’re not a god. You are the chosen daughter of the Moon Goddess, you are a descendant of the first daughter Selena, that must be why you were given this name” Roe said taking my hands.

My voice quivers as I ask him the one question that I'm afraid to know the answer to. "You are a descendant of the Volkov lineage, which also happens to be one of the most notorious Mafia families to exist in our time."

THE SIT DOWN PART 2 JessBlue “How about I make that decision when the time nears for your aunt Jessblue to go back home.” “Okay mom, but if you wish not to go then maybe I can go, and I will take Des with me. I know she would love to go on a trip.” Cristina begins to laugh at his suggestion of another going with him. “May I ask who this person is you call Des, Boy?” “She is my best friend and…” Clearing his throat, “she is also my girlfriend and soul mate. We are inseparable. Her real name is Destiny, but I have always called her Des.” I could feel the excitement in his words as he mentioned the name.

Named for family. Sienna held Julian. Tiny. Perfect. Named for lost brother. Named for forgiveness. Named for peace. "Full circle," Dante said. Looking around. Counting. Six grandchildren now. Three generations. Extended family spanning continents. Foundation changing thousands of lives. Legacy built from ashes. From darkness. From impossible beginning. To this. Beauty. Love. Family. Everything. During celebration. Delivery. Courier. Official. Formal. Package from Portugal. "Senhor Dante Moretti?" "Yes?"