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

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

Was I making the right decision? No! I was. I reaffirmed myself. Bryan Jonathan Rodriguez was my only living descendant, and is my last chance at carrying on the family name, the family legacy. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that legacy is preserved even if it means subjecting his spoiled self through a hard life and even getting him a wife. But as I stared at the photograph of my son and his wife, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was betraying their memory, sacrificing their son for the sake of the family name.

"Mr. Kaldor, you were asking about the Norwood family earlier. Can I assume that they've left the child with them?" At that moment, his heartbeat quickened as he pressed on, "I may not have dealt with the Norwood family directly, but I know a few people like the head of the family, James Norwood, the heir Darius Norwood, and that illeg—" Before he could finish, Kaldor waved a hand dismissively. "You're overthinking it. He's the descendant of that fugitive couple. So, he would be a fool to keep the surname 'Norwood' as it would draw too much attention. Do you really think he'd still carry that name?

There was no mark here and she had no way of knowing if she was looking at exactly what Lyra had been looking at. The pages became darker and darker as she scrolled but then she stopped. Something had caught her attention. A name, Baldwin. She had heard of it so many times, now seeing it again, it rang a bell she wasn't sure what it meant. It had been listed as one of the descendants of the crown. It was strange to see any other name and now this. She was sure the name had been spoken about several times. And yet she had zero idea they were descendants. None of their relatives were close and she knew it was owed to Alpha Caden, the man couldn't have control if they weren't his offspring.

She had never told anyone that she was a descendant of one of the four Greatest Households in the world. She knew Joshua was quite rich, but he was nothing compared to her family. “No, I won’t,” Joshua repeated again, lazy to entertain her with anything else other than that. “Yes, you will! My name is Joniss, I.. hey!” when she was saying that, Joshua had already started the engine. “Your face is not swollen enough, right?” Joshua was indifferent.

“Let us begin the naming.” --- Part II – The Flame of Memory The first to speak was an old man from Brine’s Hollow. His voice cracked like reed-paper. “My sister, Brenna. She braided my hair before they took her away. I never saw her again. She is my name today.” The flame flared once. Then, a woman from Eastmark said, “My son never met his father, but I kept the letter. It read, ‘Remember me kindly.’ That is his name.”

I’m to be respected as the next Alpha, but with Meeari I’m another person, I let slide many things for her. “Rudolff? Your second name is Rudolff? Give me a break.” Paul bursted in laughter at the mention of my second name. “It’s a family tradition, the first male is to be named after his ancestor to honor the werewolf that started the Greenway line.” Merari answered, trying to defend me. She is always like this, we may come head to head and that gets into my nerves but she is willing to fight for me. I love her for that.

Susan's voice suddenly rang out, her face full of shock. She pointed above her head, "Is it that family?" "That family?" Upon hearing this, Harrison seemed to have thought of something. His body trembled, and a hint of astonishment flashed across his face. What kind of power does this family have? Even Harrison and Susan dared not mention the name of this family. "How do you know about this?" Harrison turned his head, looking at Susan in surprise. "I once overheard it during a conversation with them. The true direct descendants of that family all have the surname Lynch," Susan nervously replied, swallowing hard.

Names and dates and lineage lines drawn in precise notation. He pointed to a name near the bottom. My mother's name. The one from the death record. Then he traced the line upward. Past her parents. Past their parents. Up through three more generations until his finger stopped at a name that sat at the top of the chart enclosed in the kind of border that meant something official. Something categorised. I read the title beside it. I looked up at Marcus. "That's a ruling line," I said. "Yes." "A founding family." "Yes."

But here and there a name still held a faint silver light in its grooves, as though something in it refused to go out. Moonborn names. My mother's people. My people. A whole bloodline, carved into a wall and crossed off one by one, a family tree kept as a kill list. I found my own name without looking for it. Low near the floor, in letters newer than the rest. Talitha Moongale. Mine glowed, faint and steady, the one living light in a wall of the dead, untouched by the killing line that crossed the others.