Descendants 2 Mal And Ben Novels & Stories

… After school, Malcolm went home and lay on the couch with a pitiful look. Worried, Marlene asked, "Son, what's wrong?" "Mom, I want to say sorry to Zachary." Malcolm hated Noah, but he had nothing against Zachary. Marlene immediately became furious. "Why would you say sorry to Zachary? Malcolm, you're my son! You don't have to apologize to a bastard child!" Malcolm quickly dropped the idea of apologizing when that set Marlene off. She advised him, "Malcolm, you will never be friends with those two bastard children. You're all descendants of this family. Your dad has been one-upped by Xavier and Jeremiah all his life. Do you wish to play second fiddle to the twins when you're all grown up?"

"That is the only way out—" "It's not the only way. I don't believe that for a second," Malcolm interrupted, his voice cutting through Mom’s explanation like a blade. He stood tall, despite the burns on his hand. "I’m sorry, Mom, but I refuse to sacrifice my wife for the sake of a clean legacy. Not again. I am not Nathaniel." "Malcolm... enough. We’ve burned through too much energy tonight," Dad said, stepping in and firmly placing a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. He looked between us, his eyes tired. "The sun will be up in a few hours. We can't think straight like this."

Melloch grinned, “he still squirms deep inside. I can feel him twisting and turning, trying to push me out. His screams ring out like a glorious symphony.” “You’re lying,” she snapped. “Gabriel died. I saw it myself.” “Did he? Are you so certain?” A tear slipped over Aurora’s cheek. If what Melloch said was true then Gabriel was trapped inside a demon. “You’re a monster.” “That matters not. All that matters is you are going to locate the other descendants so I can kill them. Your kind will not interrupt my plans again.” “But my connection to them is too weak. I don’t know where they are.”

Speaking of that, We have the Malcom's siblings in the Prestigious High School "The Malcom siblings? Do you mean His Excellency children?" Yes! His Excellency Damien Malcolm and His first Lady Scarlett Blaze, Those two prominent figures are their parents. "Wow!" I'm not done, so wait! Dillan Malcom and Delanie Malcom are twins but they are totally different Dillan Malcom looks like he would kill you and He will really kill you... So just avoid him. "Aunty Lisa asked me to give this to you" Dillan's voice sounded right behind them.

She felt like such a contradiction. Once the soup was done, she poured it into a bowl and walked over to the small kitchen table. Halfway there, she heard a ruckus outside and diverted her direction, heading to the window instead. Outside, she noticed Dean and the old man who lived in the basement arguing with each other over the chain-l**k fence that separated the two properties. While she could hear their bickering, she couldn’t make out exactly what they said. All she could tell was that neither of them looked happy with the other one. From her brief encounters with both of them, she could see why they were at odds. Both seemed abnormally rude to people. Dean was just like Damien: cocky,

“Don't give me that good morning. You disappeared after the Black Crown battle.” Ben's voice came from the background. “Tell him we are coming over.” Felicia's voice followed. “We're already outside.” Lucas looked at Stella. She laughed. “They're here already?” “They said they were.” A few minutes later, Malcolm, Ben and Felicia entered the residence. Malcolm looked around. “Every time I come here, I remember that you were once collecting bottles.” Ben laughed. “Don't remind him.” Felicia smiled. “Look at him now.”

He sat perfectly still, his small fingers gripping the carved armrest of his chair with a discipline that had clearly been beaten into him. The elders kept their gazes divided between the two children - the documented son born into the wealth of the palace, whose birth solidified the southern alliance, and the fated daughter returned from the dirt of the dead zone, whose very existence threatened to tear the treaty apart. Both carried the Blood Moon blood. Both were weapons. I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat. The sight of Malachi was a stab, a living testament to the months Zarek had spent moving on while I was burying my hands in the dead earth to keep our child alive.

“You are the descendent of the Goddess as well. You are our grandchild’s child.” I shook my head in denial…but how could I deny the connection? I had always felt comfortable around Malachi and Ezra. I had always felt like they were my guardians, my blood. Now that they were saying that I was actually their blood…it did make sense, but at the same time, it seemed like a farfetched fairytale. “How is that even possible? My parents…they are your descendents too?” “Yes,” Ezra nodded. “One side of your family comes from us. I cannot tell who our blood is unless we see them, but either your mother or your father is our descendent. You are possibly the fourth generation.”

"So do you have any plans for tomorrow's birthday girl? Amy, the chirpy and quirky one asked in glee. Her eyes took in Malia's every movement. She was Uncle Cole and Aunt Rosalie's daughter. All eyes fell on Malia. Everyone knew exactly how the savage queen planned to spend her day, just like every other birthday. She would be eighteen tomorrow. She was feminine in every way. She had the perfect curves, a wide ass, and a full chest. But she hated things like parties, and every other girlie thing the girls liked to engage in. She rather preferred to be locked up in the field training and getting butts kicked. "Nothing special. Just the normal routine" She dropped, stealing a bottle of water f

Jasper followed silently behind him, the weight of the conversation with their father still sitting heavy on both their shoulders. The living room was quiet, but not empty. Tasha and Vivian were seated on the couch, their eyes immediately snapping to the brothers. “What did he say?” Vivian asked. Julian dropped the duffel bag on the table. “Everything. He told us everything.” Jasper let out a breath, like he’d been holding it the whole drive home. “Malcolm was worse than we imagined. It’s not just about the past, he’s been planning this for years.”