Mal Descendants Characters Novels & Stories

I added, walking past him and his companion. When I returned to the group, Elder Lowell was busy with his tales about the Mighty Alphas of the Aragon dynasty. I had heard this tale all my life. I knew of my ancestry. I came from a bloodline of demigods who had turned a curse into power, and had conquered territories in both our realm and the human world. I had been made aware of the large shoes I needed to fill, and the last thing I needed tonight was another reminder. Being an Aragon was enough.

Madelyn goes through the same process she did with Avalon with Silas and Tamsyn, the female that shares the Falkor line with Madelyn. “Do you think this makes us family, Cayd?” she asks me as their lights begin to glow. “I think maybe you are related to both of them, since your father is descended from the Drache line.” “Your father’s alive?” Silas asks her. She shakes her head. “No, he died.” “Mine too,” Silas says. “And mine,” Tamsyn says. “Go rest, get some food and a shower and once everyone is here, we’re going to get together and Cayd and I will explain everything that we’ve learned to you,” she says.

I hugged her. "Oh, dearie. I feel terrible for missing your entire childhood," she cried. It took a couple of minutes to console her and for her to calm down. "There is something we need to ask," Nik spoke. Mary looked at him and nodded. "Anything." "Max said that Ava is a descendent of Faelern. And Fiona. Is that true?" Nik asked. She looked a little unsure but when she looked at our serious faces, she nodded. "Yes, it is true."

"As we have already told you earlier, whoever took your brother wished to use him to bring your mother back to life and who else do you think was capable of doing such feat but a necromancer?" "But why would he do that? What would they gain out from it?" "Because Delicia is no ordinary woman. She is our young mistress from Mystic Muses and the only direct descendant of Goddess Lilith. She is supposed to be in training to become the next sect leader. But the next time we heard from her she already started a family. Later on, we found out she went missing after giving birth to you. The only thing we know is that she came to find a man who practice soul arts and we never heard back from her aga

“Hyacinth, like the bird?” She shook her head. “No. Like the flower.” “That’s pretty.” “Thank you.” She smiled, placing down the empty cup of coffee on the table top. She kept her eyes on the cup, staring down to the hollow bottom. Both of her hands were holding on to the cup. It’s obvious how tense she was. And the look on her eyes mimicked the desperation I had in mine. “I belong to the pack of Lobo descendants. Our descendants escaped in the nick of time just before the King, Alpha Bathal destroyed the whole Kingdom single handedly. Since the previous king of Aensland accepted us as part of their Kingdom, we pledged our loyalty to the crown and tried to keep organization to both men and w

Dressed in robes that belonged to no specific century — heavy fabric, deep in color, moving slightly though there was no wind. Jem looked at the figure. And the figure turned. The face was not his own. But it carried something of him. Something in the line of the jaw. Something deep in the eyes — a particular steadiness that Jem had seen in his own reflection and never fully understood until this moment. He knew without being told. King Malik. His forefather. The beginning of the bloodline. The man the curse had started with and the man whose descendants had been carrying the weight of it ever since.

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.

I look into Malachi’s eyes, and I am taken aback when I see something familiar there, almost comforting. “Malachi’s the one I take orders from,” Braden explains. “A vampire descended from the original Masas Dima bloodline. He’s the reason we know anything at all about the Council and Orion’s plans with hybrids.” Braden’s words trigger a memory of our conversation the day before. He explained that Stella’s hybrid blood was pure because my grandfather was descended from the original vampires. Could this really be him? For some reason, I was picturing him a lot … wrinklier and more disgusting-looking. This guy is almost dazzlingly fresh-faced.

I tried to make out heads and tails of his story but I had so many doubts and I didn’t even know where to start from. “Eat up fast. Explain to Mom and Dads later. I didn’t understand anything,” I said and hastily shoved a plate towards him. * ⁠* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack (Dad C) Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King (Dad V)

Tobias looked at me with a quirked eyebrow, “You already know?” he said. “Yeah, I already know. The Origin Alpha, right? That fucking treacherous line of egotistical morons. Gill’s descendants have been trying to snag a daughter of Selena for generations. Came close at one point, but they never succeeded in joining the lines” I snarled.