Wicked Song Lyrics Descendants Novels & Stories

A line built from everything my father taught me and everything I vowed to fix. But now? That promise had been violated. That legacy had been compromised. Without a trace. Without a warning. Without a sound. Gone. Like it had never existed at all. And the last person to be anywhere near the system? Siena Blake. Her name echoed in my mind like a ticking clock I couldn’t turn off.

And even though I knew I didn’t have the right to be hurt about it because I was the one who left, I still couldn’t stop the pain as it burst bigger and bigger, collapsing around my heart until it was squeezed tight. Somehow, I was still able to reply in an even tone. “Hm. Possible. But he and his father could always check for any new names added to the record of their ancestral lineage. You know it magically documents the existence of a child, legitimate or illegitimate, after they complete the Ascension Rite. Every old werewolf clan has one, William, and Calisto and Gillian’s name will surely appear in the record of the Wick's ancestral lineage.” Before William could make further attempts

I asked. "Darius was blessed by the moon goddess. To protect his kind, not knowing he's wicked inside He killed and murdered while the brave wolves sang, Cursed be Darius Cursed be The Sal's" Grandma sang over and over again, then it hit me "Cursed be The Sal's?" I muttered.

Gene pointed out. “You are right” I said when suddenly, we all got a notification at the same time. “What’s that…?” Gene asked and took out her phone while I noticed everyone getting a message at the same time. As I took out my phone and was about to unlock it, someone called me out from behind, “Sarah…” I turned to look at Mr. Liam standing in front of me. “Come with me to the office” He said and I looked at him in confusion. “Now…” He said and I got anxious when suddenly, I heard a song as everyone was watching something on their phone. I identified that song to be ‘Milkshake’. I wondered why everyone was listening to that vulgar song at the same time.

The sound of a door closing echoes as dread clenches around my gut. "Holy hell.... f*ck... he is crazy. He is actually crazy! " My arms struggle against the chain before a curse leaves me. Sh*t. Sh*t Sh*t…I should never have gone to his trailer.

It was all falling together but it was also too late. The woman in red stepped up, “Well, well look at you. The Crimson Priestesses is it? The last descendant of Estrid.” I heard some of the red wolves gasping as they realized who I was. “It’s a pity we didn’t kill you like your traitorous father and mother years ago.” “Don’t you dare speak of my grandmother whoever you are!” I growled back at her. “You are nothing compared to her!”

She continued to spout insults and contempt about Amira but immediately stopped when she saw her daughter’s face turning sour. “What’s the matter?” she asked, immediately sensing that what was about to come next is something she wouldn’t like to hear at the very least. “Mother…” Edana called out. Her voice trembled with obvious anger as her eyes turned red. “Prepare our warriors. We’re going descending down to the mundanes,” she ordered. “Edana? Why? What was the message about—“ “I should have that golden boy to myself, mother.” “Edana? What are you gonna make of that silly boy—“

Mayra said pressing the next button and changing the song to next in the queue. ~ “Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go” (Way down we go - Kaleo) ~ They both started laughing because they were on a downward slope when the song started. The random coincidence was enough to brighten up their mood and they both started singing the song enjoying each other’s presence. They never focused on singing correctly or in the rhythm. They sang like two chickens were trying to break free from a butcher's hand.

From the speakers, Flo Rida sang, “I get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before…” Izzy and Charlie leaned toward me simultaneously and joined in. “No, no.” “I get a good feeling,” Flo Rida added. And right on cue, Wick couldn’t seem to contain himself either. He pointed at Darcy, shouting, “Yeah.” My jaw fell open because, Oh…my God, Wick was singing to a song on the radio.

“You’ll understand soon enough. When the light starts to fade, and the darkness starts to feel like home.” “I’ll never be you.” He smiled—sadly this time, as if he’d heard those exact words before. “That’s what I said too.” A gust of cold air swept through the room, and the Wicked began to dissolve into smoke once again, his last words curling through the air like a curse. “See you soon… me.”