Descendants Mal And Ben Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Pacing around, Malison searched anxiously, trying to figure out why went wrong. "Oh Fuck! You must have left it in that Goddamn place we met those bitches!" His hand swung bitterly. "Fuck!" "God damn it! How could I have forgotten it? But it was always on my wrist!" "Then what happened to it Mal? How do we get out of here?" A heavy voice echoed as it was so loud enough to make them go deaf. Unsure of what was happening, their hearts were beating too fast. They stood still and listened to the now familiar laughter, which connected with them through their mindlinks.

stretching to its breaking point, a golden-violet cord fraying under the tension of two different destinies. ​"I spent three hundred years in the dark," Malachi said, his back to me. His voice was low now, devoid of the Alpha’s command. It was just a man speaking to his mate in the ruins of their sanctuary. "I watched my family die. I watched the South turn to ash. And when you walked out of that fog, smelling of the Outskirts and defiance, I thought... I thought the Moon had finally forgiven me. I thought I didn't have to be alone in the cold anymore."

Chapter 30 (Benjamin’s POV) Well, I guess you can say our family of friends just grew for one more person. I still had mixed feelings about this Malcolm guy, but I could see reason in Anastasia’s logic. His mother really did save them if everything happened as he said it did.

“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.”

He walked over to Lilith to get a better look at the one year old toddler in her lap. "So! This must be baby Lowell," Mal said sweetly as he took the toddler from Lilith. It's been awhile since I've seen Lilith but she was basically always here when I was younger. The two were such best friends its no surprise they're soulmates. I should've guessed. Nena was playing chess with Lilith. The two sitting on the couch together. Mal took Lowell with him as he bounced him in the air. It was unexpected since I've never seen Mal so open. I didn't know he liked children. "You're so cute and handsome," Mal growled playfully to our nephew. "Lilith this is Vivienne and Malakai, you remember them from whe

Julian ran desperately into the parking lot. Malcolm chased after him. Seeing that there was no way to escape, Julian stood by the car and took a deep breath. "Malcolm, you can't blame me for this. I was helping you." Malcolm stood in the distance, breathing heavily. After a while, he smiled slyly and said, "Julian, you're right. I am really something. If you're capable, you can be as powerful as me. Three children at a time. Moreover, it happens naturally."

Those intense, dark eyes that had always seen too much, understood too much. And right now, they were fixed on me with an expression that made my heart race. "Zendaya," he said, and I hated how my name sounded on his lips. Hated how it made me feel things I had no business feeling, not now, not after everything with Derek. "Malachi," I managed to respond, my voice barely above a whisper. Adrian looked between us, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Mal's back from Europe. He finished his business degree at Cambridge and now he's taking over his father's company."

Go with Lucien. Bane whined one last time, licking my palm before slowly moving to stand by my cousin’s side. As Lucien turned toward the corridor, I called out to him. “Get me a phone or something when you come back. I need to make a call.” Lucien nodded. “Noted. Take care of yourself, Malik.” With that, he turned and walked down the dark hallway, with Bane following closely behind. >>•>>•>>•>> Nathaniel’s POV

But I know, I’m not the only one who noticed Benjamin’s awful facial expression. Mal is aware of it too, and by the looks of her, she’s enjoying this too much. “Okay fine Mr. Perv. You’re not guilty, you are innocent of watching that kind of live stream.” I know Benjamin is not convinced, because Mal sounds like she’s joking. “Right, we will keep it as a secret since were good friends Benj.” Ron joined Mal. Ron just chuckled as Benjamin's piercing stare fell on him. Yes, of course. This is a normal sight for me. Mal and Ron have a habit of teasing Benjamin, and Benjamin is the one who is always the target of their antics.

"it's good to see you alive and strong Daniel. But I wonder why a man like yourself who has doomed his entire bloodline for the sake of your sister care about this one, and even if you did why not the other one who is still open to danger after all, we both know what the deal for bringing your dead sister from the dead. Oh, I can make a deal with you, give me Thomas and I will exchange him for Ethan." A dark shadow covered the bright sky, as the place grew dark the one thing that was bright enough was Mal's left red eye. "I've heard about enough." His meanacing voice said. It was obvious at this moment that Mal had had about enough how did I know? It's because mother was too scared to move.