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

he said, his voice laced with venom. I glared at him, shaking my head. "Wait a second. I don’t know anyone by that name, and it certainly isn’t one of my grandfathers. On my father’s side, his name is Severus King, and on my mother’s side, it’s Jayden Kline," I said, my tone defensive, almost like a child explaining their family tree.

"And now I realize something: did you get your name from me?" At the very least, the child's brow furrowed. "I'm not sure what you're on about, Daddy-" "Yes, son!" Declan exclaimed as he looked up at Daddy Alfonso, who was now standing near the sofa with his own father, also biting an apple. "The name Daizen was inherited by you; it was Margaux's idea when she still had amnesia. Think about it, even if my daughter's memory were erased, she still has your personality," Declan said to Daddy Joaquin.

“I mean, that’s not my only question for you — trust me, I have lots — but right now that’s what is sticking out most to me.” “The Aidamir name can only be used by the direct descendants of the current king,” Everly told him. “So, I can have the name, but my children never can.” She smiled softly at me, and although it didn’t reach her eyes, it was reassuring to see her and hear her voice, and know she had her mate at her side to comfort her. As much of an idiot as Drew could be, I knew he had a big heart, and from what I had seen since I had been home, he was a wonderful mate to my sister.

"I see your cousin--Carlos, also wears a ring like this, but it's made of wood." "Yes. Everyone related to the McKenzie and Adams families has a ring like this as a marker, but only direct descendants whose rings are made of silver. Carlos is a member of the Adams family, but he is not a direct descendant because his mother was an Adams, but after marrying, she bears her husband's name so Carlos automatically uses his father's name, Nazaren." Hearing Nicholas' explanation, Josephine felt the doubts about the results of the DNA test she had done were growing, but she still couldn't figure out where she went wrong.

And I had no idea which house he hailed from. But if Wicket was seeing him, it had to be an important one. “Who is he?” I asked, trying to regulate my heartbeats, even as my eagerness rose to a crescendo. “He is a descendant,” Wicket answered slowly. “Of?” I prompted, moving closer, my voice rising with anticipation. Could it be? “Of Locasta and a sire not of Holden’s loins.”

I broke it open and began to read. The words were formal, precise, and devastating. It stated clearly that I had not been born the daughter of the people I had known as my parents. I had been sent away in secret, raised under a false name, protected from those who would use me. And the reason was simple: I was the sole surviving heir of the First Line. The direct descendant of the original leader of our people. The one family that stood above all others. The one family that even Arin had served.

Stole both my father and my life. "Why didn't you name him Giovanni?" I ask out of the blue, interrupting the reading of the will. I look to Declan who looks to me. "First born male child carries the name," I say. I was disowned. Didn't that erase my existence and give Declan that status? "First-born of the first-born. The name wasn't mine to give," he says. Fuck. Am I supposed to be grateful? Michael clears his throat. "The distillery is still bringing in some money, but not nearly what it used to."

I didn’t know what my birth parents' names were. “Did your parents burn witches for a living?” he asked sarcastically. “You only get one question at a time, remember? But to be honest, I don’t know. Why do you ask?” “Usually, last names are given by using what the person did for a living, or their location. Like the surnames Baker or Smith.” “I didn't know that, but it does make sense. My parents didn't burn witches that I know of. Maybe their ancestors had. So, you are a descended from a line of Sins?” I laughed.

“Why would that matter?” Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he asked another question. “What were your grandparents’ names?” “My father’s parents?” I asked. He nodded. “Grandpa Arthur and Granny Shania. They were both simple people from the northern continent,” I said slowly. “Very kind, but nothing unusual. They passed away when I was young.” Justin hummed thoughtfully. Then he pointed to another name on the document. “What about this one?” I stared at the name. Nicholas... the baby's name.

One of the workers unfolded the nearest bundle carefully before freezing completely. His expression changed instantly. “What?” Jax asked. The engineer handed me the paper silently. It was a list of names. Families. Locations. My chest tightened immediately when I realized what I was looking at. Records of descendants. Hidden descendants. The royal bloodline never disappeared after the kingdom collapsed. It scattered. Jax moved closer again while I kept reading. “Oh, this keeps getting worse.” One section near the bottom had been marked differently from the others. Black ink circled the final names repeatedly like whoever wrote it considered them important.