How Old Was Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

I stood there, Hael in my arms as I placed my hand down on my belly for a moment, almost like my brain needed to know the baby was still there even though I could feel it was. Malcolm came through the doors with three guards along with about four other kids, two girls and two boys. They all had wide eyes as they were escorted inside, Malcolm looked as though he had been through the ringer and the others had a few scrapes and bruises but nothing compared to him when I watched as Edgar walked towards the guards as Malcolm walked in towards his mother. That's when it hit me, those kids were a couple years older than him, they also were not Omegas like Malcolm technically is. Did they beat him?

Ev is thirteen, Sapph is twelve and Vannah is eleven. As my mom introduces the girls, they all fawn over Jezzie, making the little girl smile. They beg to take her up to Lilah's room where she has some old toys packed up in her closet that she promises to get out for the child. When Malia says that she can, the six older girls whisk the little girl away. “Now, we can talk a bit more freely,” Malia says and my mother nods. “How long have rogues been a problem for your pack?” Mom asks Malia and she shrugs.

The little girl clutched a ragged bunny and looked at him hopefully, “A real one?” “Yes, lass.” Malcom laughed as Owen slid into the car, closing the door behind him. “I live in a real castle.” “Ok then.” Serena nodded, “I can’t wait to go there.” “I can’t wait for ye to see it.” Malcom agreed. A pang flitted through his heart. First for the little girl who had been through so much at the hands of monsters like Henry Reacher, and also for the thought of the pups he so desperately wanted with Poppy. Would they have her red hair or his brown? He hoped they looked like her.

Not until he let a heavy sigh, at least. “Ella’s parents have been dead for a long time,” Malcolm stated in a dull tone, though I sensed the storm of emotions roiling beneath. “It was a run-in with a fringe hunter group, and both of them were ungifted. They were dead before they even knew it…” He trailed off, but already an image of the frowning girl who was my cousin had already popped into my mind. I felt a surge of remorse and kinship go through me for her, as I could imagine how lonely growing up must’ve been for her.

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.

She looked to be only around 18 or 19 years old. She was holding a chubby-faced baby in her arms. A row of small words was written next to it, "March 18, 1993. Malcolm's Baptism". Jessamine was stunned. Malcolm was still an unsolvable mystery to her—this was the closest she had ever come to solving it. Who exactly was Malcolm, and what was his relationship with Elizabeth? Jessamine's mind was in turmoil as she searched further, but she didn't find anything else related to Malcolm. At that moment, her phone rang, and she took out her phone. It was Shane.

"He's four now, and his birthday is in June." "In that case, Malcolm is a month older because he's born on the fifth of May." With that, Marlene finally came out on top. Yvette stopped answering Marlene. All she wanted to do was finish the meal as soon as possible and head back. Soon, the maids served all the dishes on the table. Malcolm told them to place all of his favorite food in front of him. Then, he lowered his voice to mock Noah. "What a village bumpkin." Noah's gaze turned cold. He had never been merciful like Zachary and would always get his revenge.

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.

I could not bear another minute of his patronizing lies, not with just three days left, so I cut him off mid-sentence. Malcolm was taken aback by my response, but he quickly sought reassurance. "Honey, are you sure you're okay with him staying?" I nodded, offering him a weary smile. "Of course. The pack needs an heir. Mom has done the right thing. Malcolm, we should be grateful that she brought us a pup who looked so much like you." "You're always looking out for me, Mila. I'll love you forever." He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

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."