Mal Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

Overview Specimen Name: Nyla Original Name: Miley Sanders Specimen was raised on a small plot of land with Andrea Sanders (Mother) and Rodney Sanders (Father). Specimen was low in birth weight and had many chronic health issues. See Appendix A. Testing for her conditions were later used to continue research. While undergoing routine testing at the time of delivery, Specimen was found to possess Gene 46A9. No history of this mutation was found in either bloodline going back three generations.

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

Afterwards the locals had been frozen out of the information flow. "Hang on to your disbelief," I cautioned Esmeralda. "My Father and I are descendants, by an ancient male line, of a deceased A****n First House. My ancestor dates back to the end of the Second Betrayal. He was sent on an official mission and told someone would come back to him and the few males with him." "Since he was on the rolls of the Host, so were all his offspring - until my Father and me," I said. I let her digest that.

Her breath caught, and this time she didn’t fight the tear that slipped free. “That’s the part I can’t let go of. That’s the ache I don’t know how to live without.” Raina watched Nyma, radiant and solemn, her hand instinctively brushing the gentle curve of her belly. That small, swelling sign of life—of legacy—was proof that fate had still chosen Nyma over anyone. Even in doubtful love, Nyma bore the future. Not just any child. A heir. A child born of an ancient line that once made kings pause and enemies bow.

Looks like Nathania managed to provoke the anger of the devil who has been known as a very frightening murder weapon. Aiden stared at the girl in front of him with anger, Nathania's scent was getting more and more piercing on his nose. Aiden knew exactly that this scent was not an ordinary human scent. Yes, in his whole life, the only time he smelled this scent was when he and his family visited Lithonia. This scent was the scent of the descendants of the gods.

“You are the descendent of the Goddess as well. You are our grandchild’s child.” I shook my head in denial…but how could I deny the connection? I had always felt comfortable around Malachi and Ezra. I had always felt like they were my guardians, my blood. Now that they were saying that I was actually their blood…it did make sense, but at the same time, it seemed like a farfetched fairytale. “How is that even possible? My parents…they are your descendents too?” “Yes,” Ezra nodded. “One side of your family comes from us. I cannot tell who our blood is unless we see them, but either your mother or your father is our descendent. You are possibly the fourth generation.”

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

Malvina's eyes widened, but she had been expecting this, all right, Sergio would have to find out about her condition sooner or later, but honestly, she was waiting for later. -Adam told you, didn't he? -Good part," he admitted, "and the rest I deduced. But still, I want to hear it from you. -Yes, we are descendants of an ancient Kaxal clan who managed to master their instincts and develop without needing human blood. and develop without the need for human blood. -That's why your niece didn't seem to mind being among wolves and vampires- she deduced. The problem: he had deduced wrong.

“I am not part of the upper knights and I am not a successor. So, it is appropriate for me to leave this conclave. I am sorry, Father.” “What is more important than my demand, Gabriel?” ‘Nothing, Father.” “Are you sure? Or is it that girl…” He paused to thought about the name, “Her name is Mathilda, am I correct?” “That orphan sister who doesn’t know how to act like a sister, don’t tell me you are friends with that ill-mannered child?” The father was taunting Gabriel. Gabriel retired, and did not say anything after. He just went back his sit and pretended to listen. He was furious that the Father was using Mathilda to scare him and that he was even using her to make him look bad.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.