Mal Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

I retorted. "Sebastian, Carly told me that her bloodline will become our enemies," She replied. Enemy? Carly, an old witch in the supernatural world and a friend of my mother's, possessed unique insights into the mystical realm. Her revelation about Alina's bloodline being a potential threat left me perplexed. "An enemy?" I inquired, trying to wrap my head around the concept. Werewolf hunters," Luna Leah confirmed. I struggled to comprehend how Alina, a fellow werewolf, could be tied to such a fate. It felt like a cruel twist of destiny as if the Moon Goddess had made a grave mistake.

“I’m not part of that world anymore. I left for a reason.” She laughed then, a cold, hollow sound that made my blood run cold. “You think you can just walk away? That’s not how this works. You were born into this, Elena. It’s in your blood. You’re a Romano, and that means you will *always* belong to this world.” I wanted to scream, to tear myself away from the truth she was forcing upon me, but I couldn’t. The weight of her words pressed down on me, suffocating me with the knowledge that no matter how far I ran, I could never escape my legacy.

“She saw right through it.” Roy looked over again after staring out of the window, his hands forming an ‘I’ shape. Moving in a small arc near his eyes. “Ilya doesn’t miss much.” Malen shifted the conversation. Her hands crossed at the wrists, then pulled apart. “Marrow.” She tapped her shoulders twice. “Came back last night.” Kieran’s signing slowed. His hands traced a borderline across his forearm. “From the border job?” She nodded, brushing her palm outwards. “No trouble.” Her hand opened, palm up, then drifted forward with fingers spread. “Air empty.”

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

*Back At The Mansion (On the same night of Rachel's death) * Brayan is found standing motionless in maders chamber as he watches her pull off her hood. He's the only one who's seen mader without her robe. She pulls off the thick black robe only to reveal dark leather hugging her skin tightly. Allowing her curves to be properly outlined and revealing her clear cleavage. Being a young woman who died at the tender age of 20, she maintained her perfect body when she returned. Mader came back as an immortal but she took upon her human flesh; and as some of us well know, the flesh has desires.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

We believe, or rather diagnosed that she has May-Hegglin anomaly," Dmitri reported his findings. "Doctor, how did my mom acquire this disease ?" Leonardo Emerson asked. "May-Hegglin Anomaly is a genetic disorder that occurs when only a single copy of an abnormal gene is inherited from either parent," Dmitri explained. "My son, Leonardo is healthy and doesn't have any symptoms or incident for this disorder. Do you think that there is a risk of still passing the thrombocytopenia to our next generations ? Melvin Emerson questioned with concern. "Yes, Mr. Emerson. It is a very rare disease but the risk and possibility of passing it down to the next generation still remains," Dmitri did not mince

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice casual as he greeted me. "Hey, you changed your mind already?" Adam chuckled, but I could hear the hesitation in his tone. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "No, actually, I need your help with something," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know where I can find the witch's cabin." There was a pause on the other end. I could almost feel Adam's brow furrow through the phone. "The witch's cabin? Luke, what are you—"

I let go of his hands and left the stage as I refused to address anyone. My head was blank. I had wanted this for so long and I was glad that for the first time I finally got what I wanted. I thanked the moon goddess for letting this happen and I headed towards my mothers grave. "Hey mama. We finally got what we wished for. You remember how we will talk about how I'll be a powerful Beta someday? Well I'm a beta now but you aren't here to experience this joy with me..." Tears filled my eyes but I wiped them away. "... But it's not your fault any ways I guess destiny never wanted us to do that. I got a mate, two mates. You remember Julian and Enzo? Yes that's them but then they... They used me