How Old Was Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

It’s been three years since I clocked eighteen and my wolf was still yet to show up. Was I an evil person in my past life? Was that why I was being punished this way? I kept thinking until it was midnight and I remembered that I still hadn’t ironed my family’s clothes for tomorrow’s ceremony. I finally stood up to go home hoping seriously that I would find a mate tomorrow and not just a mate, one that would actually value and treat me right. Lifting my head, I stared at the full moon hanging above the trees. It was bright, beautiful and untouchable.

The details have already started to fade away from memory, all I can see are those yellow eyes, and the pain and torment within them. I got up, pulled on some sweats and walked down to the kitchen. Mum was there already, getting breakfast ready for Dad and the pack. “Good morning sweetheart” she cooed as she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down so that she could kiss my cheek. At eighteen I’m already about two feet taller than my mum, I get my height from my father. She’s a smaller woman with chocolate brown hair that sits in curls on her shoulders. Mum and Dad got married not long after my dad turned twenty, Mum’s a year younger. She’s almost always wearing an apron over a brightl

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.

With my brothers and the rest of my coven doing their due diligence, sooner rather than later, I will have absolute control. Nikitin's tenacity and complete dedication to me convinced me to ignore his very young age -he was only eighty- and make him my second in command while Malchi oversaw my warriors. Malchi was many things, but frantic was not the word anyone has ever used to describe him. At a hundred and eighty five years, he was fast approaching the age of an elder, with that, Malchi had slowly but surely begun to shed all irrelevant emotions, surely as if they have never been. It was the downside of living forever, things become a bit……routine. Emotions fade with time as the world jus

"So do you have any plans for tomorrow's birthday girl? Amy, the chirpy and quirky one asked in glee. Her eyes took in Malia's every movement. She was Uncle Cole and Aunt Rosalie's daughter. All eyes fell on Malia. Everyone knew exactly how the savage queen planned to spend her day, just like every other birthday. She would be eighteen tomorrow. She was feminine in every way. She had the perfect curves, a wide ass, and a full chest. But she hated things like parties, and every other girlie thing the girls liked to engage in. She rather preferred to be locked up in the field training and getting butts kicked. "Nothing special. Just the normal routine" She dropped, stealing a bottle of water f

"Nobody is giving anyone inferiority complex here Miss Silver. You all started this in the first place, didn't you?" "Well, let us not fight here." Malik adds, as he stands up to take his leave. "And the same thing goes to you Malik. Who said anyone is fighting here? In a nut shell, mind your business." Malik here is just like my sister, Bami's mate, and he too would want to be showing as if we're age mate. Well, he's probably like twenty one or so, but I was twenty three years, nine months and eleven days old! Don't even ask me how I keep track of time, I'm obsessed about birthdays.

Alaric is the oldest and should take more of the lead, but he was just a stubborn jerk. ​Alaric wanted all the power and only wished to gain it by brute force. After everything he dealt with in his past, he was cold to everyone in the world. I didn't blame him completely, but I knew he didn't really feel this way. We were one, and his desires were the same as mine. I was the only one of us who could admit it, though. ​When Malakai hit sixteen, he just stopped maturing. Everything and everyone was a game to him. He enjoyed life more than any of us, but he would have been killed by now if we hadn't saved him every time he got a crazy idea.