Descendants Fanfiction Mal Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, or do you prefer I call her Venus Samudera? She is my descendant, a descendant of Giris Druiksa, the God of Hatred, the daughter of my grandson, Amerta Adiwangsa. However, this child is cursed and I, as its predecessor, give you a piece of advice. Let her live with darkness clasped in her hands, or give her death and your world remains happy. “After that, suddenly VoltaKron Zaloya announced that Giris whispers were also heard in the night sky across the country. Everyone panicked, he said, and demanded that you be punished. And this morning, the ruling was formalized.” Venus stared at her knuckles which were clenched tightly until they turned white. The sound of the

And then… there was that. Jasquire. She was pregnant. The words still rang in my ears, absurd and terrifying. Jasquire is pregnant. It seemed so surreal. Malachi had been the one to tell me. Pulled me aside like he was delivering the worst kind of prophecy. “She’s been throwing up every morning,” he’d said quietly. “Skipping meals. She passed out last week after laundry duty, and I overheard one of the matrons whispering about it. She’s pregnant. Jasquire is pregnant.”

“This is my pack.” She gave a tight smile. “If I remember correctly, you fled your former pack because of that wildfire that destroyed your village. You were taken in as a refugee. Bren’s late father allowed you to stay, and you worked in the servants’ quarters before… rising to Luna. So what’s so terrible about going back to where you came from?” My hand went instinctively to my stomach. “I have a child in my belly. Bren’s child.” Malacia shrugged. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll find a sure way to get rid of it.”

By the time I was done telling my story, there were tears in my eyes and Malachi didn’t look like he wanted to kill me anymore. “I’ll always love you, Kiran, no matter what.” Malachi rounded his desk and he pulled me into a tight hug. “She was pregnant, Dad,” I whispered, ashamed of myself. “I know she was,” he replied and hugged me tighter.

Seeing the panic in Malcolm's eyes, Bianca couldn't help but find it absurd. Him... worrying about her illness? No, he had always done things his way. Whose feelings would he care about? To someone so indifferent to life, what difference would one more death make? So, the panic just now must have been her misinterpretation. As she thought this, Bianca chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Bianca!" Seeing Bianca's silence, Malcolm's tone grew heavier. Bianca set down her cold coffee and said, "I'm pregnant."

I asked, immediately standing to my feet. " The enemy. He has prepared a counterattack to kill you and Malia. They are on their way right now coming here, and after they're done with you, they will use Malia's pregnancy as an excuse to demand that her pack should kill her; something they'll be so glad to do", she said. " Malia's pregnant? For who?" " For you dummy. Who else had sex with her? Or have you forgotten how you deflowered her in front of pretty much everyone you knew?" she said and I felt a little bit of shame recounting that memory.

I reply to him that I want him to drop the investigation about Maleficent, as now we know what causes my strength to leave me. Dracono holds my hand and lets me know that no matter who the father is, he will be honored to raise the children as his own. Right when he finished talking, I get an awful pain inside my abdomen, and I scream for Maleficent to come and help me. Maleficent rushes inside the room, puts her hands on me, and does magic which stops the pain. She looks very worried, so I ask her what is wrong. She tells me that this pregnancy might kill me, as it is not an ordinary pregnancy. She feels that the children inside of me are extremely strong and that they will consume me, and

Neither of them were there when we found out about the whole pregnancy thing, but I suppose the secret will be out eventually. “We recently found out that male omegas can get pregnant,” I explain under my breath. “And there’s this whole ‘male omega born of male omega will only bear alphas’ thing. That’s what Zachariah wants from me.” Brody coughs. “I see…” Malachi is still blathering on about the moon and the tides and other semireligious sounding bullshit. He always did like to sermonize and he’s kind of got a captive audience right now. I don’t remember this much talking when my supposed father challenged Randy, but I wasn’t paying much attention then either.

Instead, I wondered how I ended up with a mate who didn't wait sexually for me. “You are young Ashina, and I guarantee you that at some point during your war and revelations come to light, you will wonder. The things Malcom is doing to my kids make me sick, but I can't interfere with them. As I was told, this shows how others will come or not come to the rescue, showing their real selves. I've tried to help. Besides giving you extra powers and being a witch and a royal wolf, I've given your mate extra strength like Hercules. The two of you will be a force to be reckoned with, but Malcolm will be hard to take down even with massive armies and your special powers. Malcolm sold his soul to the

Tears stream down my face and Mal growls and stands up, looking down at me coldly, his fists balled tight, his knuckles white. “No, you will not abort my pup. You may be an Alpha Dahlia, but so am I. You can’t do this.” I rip the IV line out and move off the bed. “It is my body, Malachi. I will do what I want. I don’t want this pup, or any pup, for that matter. You did this, you knew this would happen. Well, fuck you Mal. If you want a pup, then find someone else to bear it for you, because I will not.” I storm out of the room, hearing glass smash behind me, but I ignore it.