Mal #descendants 1 Novels & Stories

Mummo explains as simply as she can, while I lay there completely stunned. “How?” “How old are you guys?” “What does that mean?” I stutter, trying to understand that my family is directly descendant of the moon goddess and what it means. “It means you and Liliana were born to be powerful strong queens, meant to lead your people towards a bright future. Your father is 235 years old; Osric is 262, Embry is 258, and Jonathan is 152. They’re all pretty young considering how hold I am,” Mummo softly speaks, running her fingers through my messy hair as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

Yet amidst the agony, a revelation eased my suffering: I was destined to be mated to the Marshall quadruplets. I was beyond thrilled; the quadruplets were simply irresistible. Each of them possessed a distinctive trait known only to them. Handsome and tall, they commanded attention with their varied shades of hair and eyes—it was impossible to look away. Every one of them was Alpha Alex Marshall's son, inheriting the formidable legacy of being part of the Gold pack, led by the most powerful alpha in Rio. "Hey, good morning!" Malia greeted me with a warm smile, the kind that always made my day brighter. She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence.

Avo explained giving us an analogy that we understood. "Remember I told you there are a few boys who get the genes passed down. Well, the only time it happens is when the boy is the first child that the mother has birthed. Like in my case," Aaron added to Avo’s explanation, highlighting how the first genes were super important. "So, Amira was the first daughter?" Set confirmed. "Not just that, she was the first daughter of the first daughter of the first daughter, and so on…. All her descendants have been only and only first daughters of the original first daughter bloodline."

Undeniable. And undeserved. At two months old, others might not see it yet—but I did. Aside from a few features he inherited from me, Ashton Pierce’s genes were undeniably dominant. “Kids can inherit traits from their great-grandparents on either side,” Zandrie said casually, rolling his eyes as if the thought were ridiculous. “It doesn’t mean Malakai has to look like me.” His tone was light, dismissive—but I knew better. He was helping me.

Felix took a sip of his beer before asking, "Do you really think this was a coincidence? If the Saphira family wanted to visit me, they could have done it anytime. Why specifically now?" Although he was unsure about Barack's background, Felix knew the situation was not as simple as it appeared. Seeing his expression, George decided not to pursue the topic further. "Oh, by the way, Malcolm is a direct descendant of the Crayden family. He's also one of Lady Nala's suitors," George mentioned. "He's actually one of those powerful pursuers Mr. Gibson warned about earlier."

“He’s claiming the den, the house and the hotel, as a direct descendant of Georgina Sinclair.” Malachi smiled sadly at that point as I gave him the bad news. We would lose everything. “He can’t lay claim on them.” James, Shoran and Adara filed into the kitchen and Adara gripped my hand tightly. “What do you mean?” Claiming the Alpha seat with due cause meant that you also claimed all that the sitting Alpha owned. Alexander had more claim on them since he was a blood relative. The claim for the Alpha’s riches weren’t always approved unless you were a descendant.

“Um, yes, I guess you could say, -“ I interrupted the old bald guy, “So who is to say Percy won’t be able to do just as well as his father?” “Alpha Rutherford’s chosen mate was not a direct descendant of an alpha, as you are,” Beardie said. I smirked, “oh, so it’s about strong genes. Not about the Moon Goddess. Thank you for the clarification. You do realize my grandmother was human when she gave birth to my mother? So as far as genes go, perhaps you might want to reconsider…”

he began, and I twitched my lips, drifting away,y from the irrelevant lecture. “Telling me the name of the beast isn’t what I want, I need to know the problem to find a solution,” I groaned. “There is only one being that can destroy the beast.” My brows snapped up as I finally gave him my attention. “Who?” I asked impatiently. “A descendant of the moon goddess.” The frown on my face returned and I glared at Ethan. There is nothing like a descendant of the moon goddess. They only exist in the stories we were told when we were still pups. What nonsense is this old wizard spewing?

Mom and Dad celebrated my brother's birthday with luxury and also by inviting all Willis. The treasure my mother's parents left behind was a lot. There will never be seven derivatives. My mother was a descendant of knights from the famous noble family, the Gibson family. As for dad, he's just a human being from a simple family who has no descendants of knights or hunters. Those who do not have such a lineage, are considered weak and very easy to destroy. But that's just an old-fashioned thought. For now, those who have children or not, coexist peacefully without any more strife and debate.