Descendants 2 Mal Hair Novels & Stories

Malachi winked. “Whoever your future mate is, they're incredibly fortunate to have such a charming and handsome person in their life.” “Only the future will show, but right now, I'm happy,” Malachi commented. Dawn accurately described Malachi: a 6'3" muscular young man with mocha skin and impressive abs, a far cry from his skinny childhood. His charming dimples, chestnut brown eyes, and long, black, silky hair that falls to his upper back are captivating. There was more to Malachi than was apparent.

Which is one of the reasons they don't look so good. Although the main reason is the hell I went through at Garrick's. But I've been trying to retwist them since I've been here. I just really suck at it. Which is another reason I'm really excited for this Zendaya person to show him how to retwist them. They haven't been done properly in so long. I don't even remember what it looks like when they're done properly. After getting dressed, Malaki scoops me up and my arms and legs wrap around him. He presses a kiss to my lips and I melt against him.

She was the first ever ruler – the first Lord of Barbarians – and Pathfinder and Magma’s direct descendant. “Besides, he has my hair,” Primogenitor added with a smile. Indeed, Magma’s hair was directly inherited from his ancestor. His red streaks were just like hers, only a tad bit duller in brightness. “So, why are you here?” Pathfinder sighed and asked his son. Magma only came here when he had something important to share, and Pathfinder didn’t think that this time was going to be any different.

Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attention to all aspects of the man who was still standing firmly in front of her. She just realized a few things. First, this man's skin was completely pale – too pale. Just like all members of the Argent Family. And second, if you pay attention once more, the man's brown bead has now changed color. Bright red like Leona's when angry or when she has found her quarry. "He just isn't human." Inner Malia. The man also showed a thin grin when Malia began to show her restlessness. "Introduce. Me, Derick Skarsgard." he said while stretching out his right hand in front of Malia.

Linus said sharply, his tone dismissive. His words barely had a moment to settle before Randy growled, the sound low and menacing. “This is a very stupid and time-wasting meeting,” Randy said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “I support Malachi on this one. This woman isn’t a direct descendant. She’s his people, and he has the right to decide what to do with her. This relentless hunting of Moonchild descendants is nothing but cruelty.” He leaned forward, his expression dark, his passion evident.

But that pull only grows stronger with each passing day. I have made research about her. To know what makes her special enough to have two mates who are both kings, and how she is still alive. I know that she is currently pregnant, and how the baby is still in her remains a mystery because I have seen women lose their babies and their senses with far less torture. It isn’t until my diviner is called and he tells me what Hazel actually is. “A descendant of the moon goddess, your majesty. You have to be careful when dealing with her lest you anger the goddess.” My diviner said.

Then a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Xavier Thorn, you foolish boy!” Nana Cromwell pushed through the crowd, her small frame radiating unexpected authority. Her silver hair gleamed under the moonlight as she stepped between us. “Do not do this. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, she is your mate!” Nana yelled. “Rejectimg your fated mate carries a heavy price. Mark my words, child. You will regret this night for the rest of your days.” Nana continued.

Presently Princess Bellona, daughter and only Descendants of Moon Goddess. She walks down the aisle; she is wearing a black gown with a high slit, exposing her freshly shaved leg and her smooth skin. The up part of her gown is off shoulders, the black gown flows beside her in heavy waves. Her white hair is straightened and is falling down her waist silky, her makeup is done to perfection. The eyeshadow highlights her purple eyes, her lips coated in red lipstick. She looks strong and powerful, her back straightened, her shoulders high and her head straight and forward.

I looked up to see my father standing over us. “She passed out” I told him. I looked over to Cole and Spartan, they were inspecting what was left of Hanks body. “This is incredible” Spartan said lifting what looked like an arm. He dropped it again and looked over to me. “She can do this, with just a wiggle of her fingers?” his voice was uncertain, impressed but laced with a bit of fear. Which is highly unusual coming from Spartan. “She’s the Triple Goddess, she can do anything” my father said still looking down at us.

Her raven hair had framed her face elegantly and her beauty was even more ravishing. I watched as she leaned in to whisper something into his ear. He barely looked interested but he smiled. Malachi was behind them, overseeing that I was doing what I was meant to do. The longer I looked at both Malachi and Jasquire. The more I could recognize the sharp edges of Jasquire's face and compare it to Malachi's. It was becoming even more glaringly clear that they were related. Malachi had to be her father. It was a high possibility that the cruelty was hereditary. It was a mistake to believe that even if Alejandro wasn't the most kind person on earth, he would protect me.