Descendants Mal Ben Novels & Stories

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.

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.

I really was a problem for them and now, they weren't even trying to hide it. I mean, as well as being alive, I had discovered that I could be more trouble than expected. When the door opens, the old men are the first to come to me. “Well,” the older-looking one says, clearing his throat. “Talking to Alpha King Jaden, we found out some... important information about you, Malia.” I stop, just to look at him. My eyes fall on Jaden and his upright kingly posture. He was so handsome and strong. I knew he'd make a fine father looking at him now.

“I let you grow up believing you had a future.” Robert moved forward then, pulling a slim silver ring from his pocket and setting it on the table. “Enough,” he said. “Play the rest.” Charlotte hesitated. Elias didn’t. He slotted the ring into the reader. The new video loaded instantly. Julian, younger, harder, standing before a secure console. “Malcolm Lancaster is no longer aligned with the family’s survival. His ideology represents a fracture point we cannot allow to propagate.” A pause. “No martyr. No myth. No recovery.”

Malcolm cursed in his heart. "I'm going to jump off the building! Don't stop me. Velma, you bitch! Why do you have to force me to jump off the building? Velma, I hate you!" Malcolm crawled out of the balcony as he cursed secretly. He held the fire pipe tight and quickly slid down. Malcolm felt that the time he had spent on exercise finally paid off at that moment. Malcolm successfully arrived at the first floor. Fortunately, there were no security guards around. If there had been, they would think he was a thief, wouldn't they?

I asked. “Um, yeah. Fitting, right?” Hana blushed. “Malcolm is a cambion. Cambions are hybrid demons, so a child is born from a human and a demon. I don’t know who his dad is, but his dad was an incubus, which made Malcolm an incubus cambion.” “Malcolm is a hybrid sex demon,” I said the words slowly, letting them sink in. “Wait, is that why sex with him is outrageously good?”

" Benjamin nodded, understanding the weight of their family's legacy. "Her recent behavior is concerning," Malcolm continued. "I won't have our family's reputation tarnished by reckless actions. The Emerson name demands excellence, discipline, and loyalty." Benjamin's gaze dropped, his mind racing with the implications. "Adeline must remember her duties," Malcolm emphasized. "Ensure she doesn't forget the expectations placed upon her. Our family's legacy is at stake." Benjamin's shoulders squared, determination etched on his face. "I'll watch over her, Dad. I won't let her stray."

I leaned against the window frame, already bored. He paused. “And guess who.” My patience snapped. “What does it matter who it is?” I snapped. “I don’t care—” “Luis,” he cut in. I frowned. “Renz.” The name hit harder than it should have. I straightened slowly. Blinked. Then laughed. “Very funny.” “The dead man,” Malachi went on, his voice bitter now. “Alive. Running the shadows. Taking territory. Playing the game better than most.” My grip tightened around the phone.

"He has no recollection of who he is anymore. In your absence, in Daniel's absence, he's crossed that threshold. He was already a different man a long, long time ago, since we lost our sons, and I thought I'd given up hope of recovery, but I must have been clinging to something. It's all for nothing, now. Mal is going to pass any day now. And I'll be alone." "I'm sorry. But we'll hold the pack steady, keep his legacy alive. You aren't alone." "Indeed. And you must be wondering why I'm bringing up my mate when you know I've brought you here to talk about Daniel." "No," said Beth honestly. "This has to do with the family. Alpha Mal, you, all of us. And if I want your blessing for Daniel and me

There would be time to figure it out later, I thought to myself as Malcolm finally let out a small laugh, tapping his walking stick on the floor. “And who are you, young man?” The Blue Moon heir beside me bowed with an exaggerated flourish. “Xavier McKenzie, at your service.” There was no way to describe the range of emotions that went over Malcolm’s features as soon as he heard the surname—a dizzying rush of awe and surprise and… fondness? I couldn’t be sure on the last part, because before I could make it out it was quickly replaced by the mask of careful neutrality he slipped on when he realised that we were all looking at him.