Descendants 2 Mal Hair Novels & Stories

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

I could see why my mom had been attracted to him. I looked over at Malcom. He had a lot of the same features. Both males had strong jaws, hazel eyes, and dark hair. I never put much thought into Malcom’s appearance before, but now that I was looking at him, I realized there was a wave to his short hair. If he grew it out, it would probably curl the same as his father’s. “I told you, the blood magic won’t be a problem,” Spencer said. “Lola and Malcom are my offspring. They’ll be fine.”

Luckily I was saved by my aunts coming into the room. “Ready to go?” aunt Jara said. “You cut your hair?!” aunt Emma said, looking at my hair. “Is it bad?” I asked, shyly. Uma had asked me to join her at the hairdresser, she wanted her hair blue. She had said she wanted to look like her namesake on “The Descendants”, but I had no idea what that was. Apparently black hair takes forever to become bright blue, so I was stuck at the hairdresser for a long time. Uma looked a lot like me, she was mixed like I am. But her hair wasn’t as curly as mine and well, now she had blue hair. And I had a lot less curls.

She rubbed her forehead with her hands, as if just doing so had made her tired. “Virzash Venosa,” said Mrs. Mana rather stiffly, “the gift of Fire and Ice is embedded in your soul. You are a Double. Please return to your seat.”

She shook her head when she saw two huge guys walking towards her. "No, you are more needed here than that stupid thing," He snorted and walked towards her. "Hold her," He ordered the guys "Just cooperate well," He told her "What, Argh!! No!," Malia screamed as he got closer and hit her with his hand on her head, then she passed out right away. "Geez, so troublesome," He hissed "Take her and let's go before they notice she is missing," He said and lead the way. * *

The moment Malin walks out, it’s like everyone and everything falls away. I can tell that the pack sprites helped with her hair. Her long blond hair is full of flowers but on her, it’s perfect. Her dress is light and flowy, not seductive, but just enough to give hints of her perfect body underneath. She looks like she just walked out of the forest, ready to take on the world.

“I know. Basic biology. Still, it has to be a dominant gene! She might have it!” I shook my head. “You shouldn’t push her,” Nate said. “It would suck if everyone thought it was better to be a shifter, when it’s not different than you having dark hair and me having red.” “What animal did you turn into?” I asked Mal. Her face split into a wide grin, and Mina tried to hide her laughter. “A tarsier,” Mal said proudly.

she hissed under her breath and she internally scolded herself for raising her hopes up. “Should I be worried about my hair?” Belle asked and she touched her hair as if she was scared. “No, Mummy says it’s not good to rip people’s hair out after I did so to Jayden,” Zendaya replied. “Jayden Gerano?” Belle asked and Zendaya nodded. “Your daughter is a fiesty one,” she commented to Kiandra. “Not her best moment,” Kiandra responded. “Nah, she did well especially as it was to Jayden Gerano,” Belle praised and she patted Zendaya’s head.

Annie-“Hey I didn’t ask you to share it with me” Mal-“You didn’t, but your ears I’m sure it didn’t even miss single words of mine” Annie-“Hey... Gau-“Hare stop it you too, cutie pie, tell me you and big bro seriously didn’t go any further... Mal-“Than tuning each other tongues to your rhythms” Anika hit Malika’s hand Annie-“Can’t you say kiss was your descriptive necessary” Mal-“Whatever” she shrugged her shoulder Bhavi-“Shhh, Doll you tell us”

Her blonde hair is braided down her back and her blue eyes sparkle with curiosity; this must be Maleah, Malachi’s sister. “That it is,” Malachi says, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hello again, Maleah. This is the woman I told you about.” Maleah chuckles and crosses her broad arms over her chest. “Ah, the mate; one I didn’t know would be split in three ways,” she says, crooking an eyebrow at Malachi. “But I have never been one to question the Goddess and her ways, and honestly, this might be the best pairing she’s ever made.”