Mal Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

"Ethan and Arnold, your lineage is more significant than you know. You are the true heirs to the throne of the entire werewolf kingdom. Your reign is the key to restoring lasting peace." A collective gasp echoes through the hall. Ethan and Arnold look stunned, and their eyes widen in shock. I feel a rush of relief and a sense of rightness. Deep down, I’ve always known that they were destined for greatness, but hearing it confirmed is overwhelming. "How can this be?" Arnold asks, his voice shaking slightly. Seraphina smiles gently. "Your bloodline carries the legacy of our ancestors, a lineage that has been hidden to protect you until the time was right."

And Elena knew that with Adrian by her side, they would build something even greater—something that would stand the test of time, As Elena and Adrian stood side by side, looking out over the Callahan estate, there was a sense of finality in the air, but also the thrill of new beginnings. Elena had faced the trials, discovered the truth about her heritage, and now, she was standing at the helm of her father’s legacy. But something deeper had shifted between her and Adrian. Their journey together wasn’t just about inheritance or family ties—it was about rediscovery, trust, and forging a path forward as partners.

“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.

All I wanted was to release my anger, and since Gisselle was the next best thing, next to Maliyla, she would have to take what I had to give. "Fuck, this bitches mouth feels good," I mind-linked Nick; he nodded in agreement. Following that, Nick asked, "What do you want me to do?" "I need you to check if Maliyla is at the Crystal Blood Pack. If she is, bring her back here. I don't care how, I need her," I groaned as I was close to reaching my peak. "What's so special about her?" Nick asked as he thrust harder into Gisselle. With one last thrust, I came undone. "Maliyla is a descendant of the Odulf bloodline," I told him as I watched Gisselle lick every drop off me.

We’ll have to look into how many times the second daughter has been mated outside of the Fianna pack. I guess our generation has it hard when it comes to mates. It really makes me wonder what’s going on outside of our view. Gideon and Amelie, An Jieun and me, Rylie and the MacCumhail female—none of these fated pairs are simple. I know what Ithildin told us, but I feel it; it’s bigger. More is coming the gods are preparing us for something. As this realization hit me, my whole body tingled, and my senses went into overdrive. I felt Rafe trying to calm me down. “Hey man, you OK?” Rylie nudged me.

Amber says and Jarret begins to protest. "Shut up and allow me to save you" Amber screams at her dying mother. "Shut up child. I don't have much time left" "It pains me to say this but I am not your mother," Jarret says as Amber looked at her confused. "I don't understand mamma," Amber says. "Shut up and listen to me. You are Princess Anderson Mendenhall. you are the rightful heir to the throne. Your parents are Jonah and Aries Mendenhall" Jarret says as Amber couldn't find the words to say.

He presses a button on his laptop and then it mover to another screen, I think it was a Wikipedia page on Samuel. “See mummy, his name is Samuel Bowers, the head of the wealthiest family in Delmore. He's thirty years old and has tens of billions of net worth. Doesn't he look identical to Clayton and me? Clayton doesn't look exactly the same as this man. But, Mommy, take a good look at me. Don't Samuel and I look alike?” I cupped Xavier’s face and took a good look at him and then the picture on the screen.

"Get me the DNA report." Abby forced the words out between her teeth. The housekeeper, waiting outside the door, moved at once and brought in a sealed folder. Abby tore open the folder and pushed the report across the desk to me. I didn't even need to read it closely. In my last life, I already knew this result. I was really my father's and Olivia's biological son. I was the real heir of the Bourns. Wallace, the precious child they always spoiled, was actually the housekeeper's son who had been switched at birth.

But suddenly she stiffened, and the man's last gaze was almost motionless as he stared at her. "Oh my God, this handsome man is staring so intensely. Have mercy, stop that handsome man. Oh my, my Hero, that's enough, yes, is my immediate answer, eh" Ella said, going crazy in her situation. The man looked like an Englishman, so she answered him in English as well. Based on the appearance of her Superman, he seemed to have mixed blood. First, his appearance was not typical of a Filipino. Second, he was good at English as if it were his mother tongue. Third, his posture and height were also not typical of a Filipino.

Ima grew up knowing that she was the biological daughter to her late mother. Mr. Mwanza least expected her daughter to leave his home for marriage. Day in day out he fought the thought of his daughter giving her hand in marriage to any other village boy until Mr. Mambo a local business and farming tycoon visited him. His offer was too sweet to be turned down. It was the only thing he could allow his child to leave his impoverished home for. The Mambos were a respected and feared family in Chongwe whose influence was beyond the borders of the chiefdom. Since the day they visited, the poor man struggled with the thought of letting go of Ima. He could not see himself manage living with rebellio