Wicked Song Lyrics Descendants Novels & Stories

from The Wizard of OZ. And while the lyrics couldn’t be heard clearly, they played in my head as I hummed. ‘Ding-dong, the Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The shitty Witch! Ding-dong, the shitty Witch is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the shitty Witch is dead! She’s gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out! Ding-dong! The merry-o sing it high, sing it low! Let them know the shitty Witch is dead!’

***Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now Am gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang pop off like a long gun If you a lame nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice You can mob or lead the whip Make the money, make the grip I'll be stunnin' with my clique Getting faded till we drip Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the trees be way too strong...***

“Explain.” Marcus walked toward the door. “Victor Blackwood just removed the weakest piece on the board.” Ivy’s stomach twisted. “Julian.” Marcus nodded. Then he looked back at Sebastian one last time. “And now the empire has only one heir left.” Sebastian’s face went still. Marcus’s voice turned quiet. “If your father was willing to kill one son to protect his empire…” He paused. “…how long do you think the second one has?” The door clicked shut behind him.

The girl's head seemed to be breaking… or maybe it was already. The soprano voice suddenly stopped. Venus was still crying and sobbing brokenly. Then, the soprano voice began to sing. O, The Bizura Princess from the Death Your beginning has damaged the order Your birth is Darkness Your roots are so terrible The attacker will turn black The Listener is quiet The traitor does not sink And the light turns darkening O, Descendant of the Hatred, Grappling of Death I sang reluctantly Have time to remember a slogan "Revenge must be avenged"

“Your heart is slowly being tainted, with such jealousy and desire.” Now dancing to the rhythm of the song, the song that is only and could be sung through an acapella. With an echoing effect that’s making it eerie and dreadful with each passing moment. “All of you will be tainted with the fool’s darkness. What for? Just the plan that this world is designed from the very beginning. You will lose your friends. You will fall asleep, and the other will play the dreaded game of chess. The sad little woodpecker. Your tears will be poisonous, as you let them stream down on your cheeks.”

Cressida drops to her knees and begins sucking him. I have to leave now. My goal of messing with the witch has been accomplished. I have a new song to sing on my way back. "Suck, suck, suck on a lycan until you choke. Suck, suck, suck on a lycan until you choke." I bet Cressida is going to be sick when she realizes what she's doing. I can't wait to tell Jessi. I wonder if she'll like my new song. ________________ Cressida's P.O.V.

He sang yet again as he flapped the remaining blood toward her. “You… you know… vampire song…” Naomi couldn’t believe her own ears. It’s been more than a few centuries ever since she heard the song. The song was about a vampire. It described everything about the vampire to the body proportion, their allergy, their birth, and their death. “One heir is nature, two successors are a shame, we are the sinners. You or me, one must be gone.” Naomi gnashed her teeth, anger was evident inside the lake of her eyes. The unanswered question was now revealing herself. Turns out, the song was the reason for the demise of her clan.

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

Now that it was within my reach, I yearned to cherish it fully. “Alright,” I said, a sense of purpose igniting within me. I positioned my fingers over the keys, feeling the familiar weight of anticipation settle in. With a deep breath, I began to play, allowing the melody to flow from my fingertips. The notes filled the room, each one echoing the emotions I carried deep within. I sang of love lost in past lives—the pain of our murders, the betrayal that had ripped us apart. Yet, I also celebrated the love we had rediscovered, a bond that endured despite the hurdles we faced. I sang of a love that my uncle would never accept and the oath that bound me.

“Wait. How did you know that?” “That's not important. I'm begging you, son. You need to act fast. Before everything gets out of hand.” “Is Vince Walker really a rogue descendant?” I asked. I didn't wanna believe it. I’d give anything to hear them say it's a lie. But they just exchanged guilty glances with each other and fell silent. You've got to be kidding me. “It's true? He is? How is that even possible? He's been hunting and roasting our asses all our lives.”