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

The mirror propped against the wall because there was nowhere to hang it. She thought about the name she had written in her journal as a nine year old child, copied from a history text because it felt like it belonged to her. It belonged to her. It had always belonged to her. "The abilities," she said. "The ones that are dormant. If I am primary descent, what does that mean for what they actually are?"

Haunting because being able to witness with your eyes the moment your loved one took their last breath will forever be marked in your memories. After my Irish mother closed her very eyes, my African father gave me my second name. He told me that the name was derived from a Japanese flower, kind of resembling a tulip but more elegant compared to a usual one. Nadeshiko. He told me it had a silent “I” when you pronounce it. He told me that he named me after a flower because, despite my mixed races, my Irish side is still dominant. I don’t know but I kind of have this funny feeling that I sounded like a daughter of a boutique owner since my two names are both flowers.

He didn’t have a full connection yet and can only get little pieces of information. I guess I need to do the simplest thing and see if she understands English and can tell me her name. I take a big gulp of air and, in a low voice, “You haven’t told me your name yet. I’m James Ashwood, heir to the Ashwood Pack in the U.S.”

“You know I love my grandchildren. I only wanted the bastard to die. The one who pretends to be your grandson.” “Teddy is as much my grandson as Zane,” Grandpa starts clearly. Suddenly Lynn sees me. “Well, well, well, another Sol pretender,” Lynn smirks. “What is your name?” “Mitch and I don’t pretend to be a Sol,” Mitch answers beside me, making me chuckle. “My name is Elizabeth Spartan,” I answer. “I am named for my grandmother. I don’t claim to be a Sol either.” Both Zach and Grandpa look at me hurt.

she asks, trying to move but her feet wouldn't, no matter how hard she pulls herself off the floor. “Descendants of Golden…stop trying” a voice echoes in the vastness. From a distance, Emery could see a woman with long hair off in the distance but like a blur, she couldn't make out who she was or how she looked. “You've done so well Emery,” the voice says. “Who are you and how do you know my name?” Emery asks but the voice only chuckles. “I've known you long before you were born—a child born in the greatest lineage of history. Your heart is heavy for the departure of your brother, but this test is not his but yours” the voice announced” Emery looks into the distance not understanding a word.

He just looked at the list for a moment and then he said: "Can I see it." Luna handed it to him. He read it carefully. Not quickly. He went through the names one by one and found the one that corresponded to his family name and he read the location and the date beside it and he read it again. Then he set the document back on the surface. "What does this mean for me," he said. He was looking at Eldric. "Practically. What does being descended from someone on this list actually mean." Eldric was careful.

I started scanning immediately and Rogan so kindly pointed to where I now read. The Red Cresent Moon's first red wolf descendant pack leader, “Estrid.” Estrid was recorded to have a male son named “Magnus.” I reread and read it a thousand times. Estrid was my grandmother’s name. A truly beautiful name and I couldn't wait to call it to her in my dreams Magnus was my father that so kindly smiled at me, but still, there was one thing missing. I looked up with tears in my eyes but smiling at Rogan, “And my mother?”

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

"Nothing love. Nothing. Tell me about the names you've been thinking of." "Hardin!" "But that's my middle name." "Yeah. How about we give him the same middle name as you?" "I was thinking of giving him all my names and just adding Junior at the back. That's how first Borns are named here." "You mean your father's name was Kai Hardin Ansaldo?" "And my father's father and my father's father's father and the list goes on." "Wow! I… I'm speechless." "It's not a must though. If you think of a great name, we can name him that instead. We must not follow what the ancestors have been doing."