Descendants Mal And Ben Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

He had turned away then, a Beta with a secret that could get him executed, and began the slow, agonizing climb to the High Council. --- Present Day Back in the apartment, Malcolm’s phone chimed. It was a notification from an unknown number. He swiped to see the photo of Lucien Varkas and Katalina on the balcony—the very flash Lucien had dismissed as a pool reflection. Malcolm smiled, a cold, predatory expression. "Welcome home, Genesis," he whispered to the empty room. "Let’s burn the empire down."