Mal #descendants 1 Novels & Stories

“The memory of Enzo Black’s ancestors killing my great grandmother is fresh in the minds of many elves, including the parents of the one that challenged Maliyah. Many have not forgiven and disprove of Maliyah now.” I give Derek a moment to take in his family tree. He is shocked and I can see the blame all over his face. “Derek, it’s not your fault….” “Yes it is. I should’ve killed that son of bitch sooner. Wait. So Maliyah and I are actually related then.” “Yes, very distant cousins.” “Are there any living members of that side of the family? Besides Maliyah.” “No, not that I am aware of. From what I gathered, Enzo was the last and he had no other children outside of Maliyah and Malayah.”

He looks at me as though seeing me for the first time. “You are not merely descended from alphas.” I swallow. “Then what am I?” His voice drops to a whisper. “You are descended from the Moon Goddess herself.” The words ripple outward like a shockwave. Someone in the distance gasps. Draven’s hand tightens around mine. “That’s impossible,” I breathe. Malrik shakes his head slowly. “There are old legends. Of a bloodline chosen to carry a fragment of her essence. A sovereign line. Not ruling by pack law, but by divine right.”

Quinn, still tilting her head from side to side, turns and looks at me while I wrap an arm around my mate. “Take a look at this,” I say, showing off my mate mark. Both women gasp and Emerson and Uncle Eli step forward, looking at my mark. “Is that…” Uncle Eli begins. “A dragon?” Aunt Grace asks, looking back at Madelyn. “My mate is ULTRA-special!” I say, kissing the side of her head. “I’m not technically a dragon, I’m just descended from them, and I have some dragon magic,” Madelyn says modestly. “Not only is she descended from dragons, but she’s descended from the clans that were guardians and protectors,” I say proudly, knowing my family of Guardians and mates of Guardians will appreciate

Now bound by a mate bond. Thought you'd want to know. I read the letter aloud at dinner, and the table went quiet. Bastian set down his fork. Kellan stopped mid-annotation. Archer's gold eyes went wet. "A Gray Reach Moon-Wolf and a Frostmarch refugee," Kellan said slowly. "Their ancestors tried to exterminate each other. And now their descendants are mates." "This is the future," I said, and my voice was thick. "This is what we're building. Not just survival. Connection."

the last of Reagan’s sisters arriving today. Malin is mated to my son and she is a true Holstin. They have six pups and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she pulled an Angel and ends up having another pup several years younger than the others, just like Reagan. Emerson is mated to Malin’s twin, Quinn. Somehow, Emerson has managed to keep Quinn to a respectable four pups, but you never know. She’s a Holstin, after all. Both of them have a set of twins, both girls. They are terrors and I can say that because one set of those twins are my granddaughters. And by terrors, you understand that I mean those girls can get a wolf, ANY wolf, to roll over and show their belly just because they asked th

Malleus “Dad, it’s your birth pack! It’s the place you were running from when you met Father! I want to meet these cousins who defy the supposed curse that cost you your mates but brought you into the arms of my birthing parent. They must be something special,” I say, arguing with my dad once again.

"The group at the end is called the black ones; they’re second in command to the ancient ones." "And finally, the last group over there are just three best friends. They didn’t see it fit to move with the other groups. Maddie, the pretty dark head, belongs to the ancient ones; she’s Betty’s cousin and next in command after her. Phil, one of the great white Alphas, is her mate." "Anna belongs to the black ones; her mate is Conan, the Alpha of the Black ones." "Jovita belongs to the Grey ones; rumours have it that she was abandoned by her birth mother, while her father passed on a few months after her birth."

“You are not even a descendant of one of The Greats.” I had heard that phrase before, ‘The Greats,’ but I couldn’t think where I had heard it. “Good job too,” Aiden mutters, looking at me. Eli waltzes out of the room. “The Greats?” I mutter to Aiden. “A powerful Wolf pack, a long long time ago. My mum is a descendant.” “And that means you are too?” It made sense why he didn’t want me to be a relative and I agree.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

I asked curiously. “Yes, we do. Horus’s descendants can only produce males, and Nut’s descendants can only produce females. We know Alsie and her mother were descendants of Nut because they are females. I am a male, and I produced male heirs because I and now, you three are the descendants of Horus.”