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

"I would have to take it to one of the elders to translate." "I speak ancient Greek," I confessed. "Really?" "Yes, Aunt Jules had me take lessons when I was younger. I never understood why, until now." "Ok. So what does the scroll say?" I examined the scroll closely. The heading read, HELIOS, it was written in bold letters and then below followed a few hundred names. "Zander, I think this is a list of Helios' descendants." "How do you know this?" "Because my name is written at the bottom of the list."

’ I ask him. ‘Do you have any family names that you want to give to our children?’ He asks me instead. ‘Not really. That’s not how elves work. Why? Is that how it is with dragons? Do you have a family name to pass down?’ I ask. ‘Not a family name, per se, but because I am descended from the earth dragons, I would like my children to have names that mean 'earth', or 'of the earth'.’

We are here to discuss other matters. Political matters. I guess…. “So have you had a chance to think about everything?” he asks me, spinning his goblet slightly as he speaks. “Do you have questions?” “I’m not sure if I have questions or not. I’ve gone over everything you’ve told me a dozen times, and I guess I get most of it. I’m the only direct descendent of Darius Bleiz, so I guess that technically makes me a Luna. So I could be a threat to the Blacks. Why didn’t they just have me killed or something? That’s what they did to my dad, right?” I feel a pang in my chest and ignore it. I miss my dad so much.”

He should be loathing me, cursing me a billion times because he loved his cousin's brother like anything! "My real name... is Eden Richard Sully. I don't take the surname which isn't mine... but since Lucien doesn't have a surname... I should be taking one from the alpha's descendant." Says Eden. "Why are you telling me this?" I ask, looking over my shoulder. The thunder drizzles over in the clouds, the loud sound giving a pause between our conversations. "Because..." he walks towards me, . . . . . . . . . . . .

I asked suddenly, curiosity blooming in the quiet. “Nickname given by my great-grandfather,” he replied, still focused on my hair. “Why Archi?” “It comes from my second name—Archillus. And Archi means ‘first.’ I’m the firstborn of the third generation in the family,” he explained calmly. “Wow… that’s interesting.” I tilted my head slightly. “So… can I call you Archi, then?” “If that’s what you want.” “Okay, Archi!” I giggled softly and wiggled a little in his lap.

“Four. Ryan, Reese, Rhys, and River.” She repeats the names softly, like she’s testing how they feel on her tongue. It’s cute as hell and it warms something in my chest I didn’t expect. Then she freezes. “Wait.” She counts again. Then frowns. “Do all of you have names starting with R?” I exhale. “Yes. You finally noticed.” “Why? I thought it was a coincidence.” I shrug. “Family tradition. My father swears by it. His father did the same. And his father before him. My great-grandfather, Roger, started it. So now my father thinks it’s a legacy that must continue.”

'" I ask on sudden realization we had talked about several things during the drive and spoke about few things at the town but I had never really gotten him to speak openly about himself I had played guess all along and he never bothered to call it wrong or introduce himself, "I'm Myles decko just like I told you earlier" "Lies I do not beleive a thing that slides out if your tiny little lips" "I'd take it that you are pissed about something biat speaking to me this way is prohibited" "Your name is a whole fake right?" I ask him trying to get the facts straight and not make a mistake twice, "I'm Myles but my last name comes from a really long line that even I at times forget about it, althoug

my mother’s family name. “What happened to your family?” He looks around as if expecting to see cousins who do not exist. “Are they still here?” “No Bash,” I sigh. “My mother was the last Monrovia.” I try to sound strong and brave but my heart hurts too much and I can even hear a touch of grief in my voice as I tell him about how my mother’s family fled their homeland looking for a safe haven after the rest of their family had died. My mother was my grandparent's only child, the last Monrovia. When she married my father and took his last name, the family name died with her. My middle name, Monrovia, is the only memory of what had once been a great family.

I don’t know his name — never asked. Then, I look at the old man. I don’t know his name either and the old lady who supported me last time…I don’t know her like the three of them. I only know the name of the young woman — the scary one. Her name is Leena but she is not my Leena. I do wonder if it’s a coincidence. “ No. It’s not. ” I jump in my spot when she speaks up all of a sudden. “ All Orpheuns are Descendants of the higher ups with the same names. ” The old lady joins in, speaking in her polite tone.

"So you're a descendant. I haven't met a descendant of this family in a really long time." "But I'm Japanese. How does this make sense?" "Who're your parents?" "I'm a bastard. My dad is a human in the Original world and my mom was his mistress who left not long after I was born." "Your last name is Hyakuya." He then thought for a moment. "The fact that you're wearing this earring means that you are acknowledged as a Bitna Cho. Your father probably knows but I have seen illegitimate children. Not all of them are gonna be treated equally as legitimate children. You can go ask the Zhen family. They usually keep track of lineages of the Dragons."