Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

Alba and Valerio had just received the genius direct descendants from the Fellowes family. There were only a hundred people on the team, and they were all very young, ranging from tens to hundreds of years old. In a big family like the Fellowes family, even if they did not have 10,000 direct descendants, there would be as many as 8,000 descendants. This was not including the collateral descendants. These more than one hundred people could be said to be the most essential part of the family and they were also the last hope of the Fellowes family.

But I knew better, I knew how many times she had snuck out to see him in the woods and I knew the things that happened right after. “The Moon Bond ceremony will be starting soon, make sure you don’t disgrace this family. I will not tolerate two more years with you in this house.” My father growled out with a tone of finality. “Y…yes sir.” I forced out again, my knuckles already very pale from how tight I was holding the serving spoon. He turned to Lila with a smile he’d never sent my way. “I know you will make me proud today. I, Elder Ronald Blackwood, will become Luna’s father once you mate with Xavier.”

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.

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."

“The one whose blood can mend what no other can. I have searched across generations, across centuries, and now… here you are. The descendant.” My breath hitched. The healer. My grandmother’s stories flashed in my mind—tales I had dismissed as myth, whispers of ancestors with the gift to heal wounds not only of flesh but of spirit. My heart raced. “No… you’re wrong. I don’t—” “You do,” Malrik interrupted sharply. His voice was final, absolute. “It is in your blood, whether you acknowledge it or not.” “No!” I shouted, scrambling backward, legs slipping against the stone. Panic clawed at my throat. I turned, bolting toward the cavern’s entrance, desperation fueling me.

“Some of the originals, the first wolves, broke away from the pack. They lived apart from the world. They kept their bloodlines pure, never mingling with humans or, as they called them, mutts.” “And mutts are wolves who were born to humans?” I ask. Haldor nods. “Or any kind of human blood somewhere in their line. They are severely inbred.” “Bryce showed no signs of inbreeding,” I say. “It’s mental, Queen,” Haldor says, his voice carrying a new weight. “Their evil becomes worse with each generation. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is a descendant of Beauregard himself. Or he might be Beuaregard’s ancestor for all we know.”

my dad said. I chuckled. “They wouldn’t say a word unless they intend for their entire family to be wiped out. We can trust them,” I said. My dad looked so proud of me, and he let me know that. “I am grateful to have a daughter like you, and I have never been more proud of you. I still can’t believe the next and subsequent Alphas will be from my family. We are now royalty. You’ve done well, Malia. Again, I am so proud of you,” he stated.

Professor Faren sighed and glanced behind me, up towards the sky. "All dark elf descendants are born with a dark signature," he began to explain. I nodded, understanding that much from a few close calls when my mother and I were on the run. "Most descendants have unique birthmarks, others have a sublime control over dark magic since birth. A few such as yourself and your father, are born with a dark mind. Split in two by your parents' dominant genes," he explained. I scratched my head, feeling a little ache hitting my forehead. "Can you say all that you just said in a less sophisticated term," I said, rubbing my head.

I begin, "One that the monks used was to seal their wolves away. So that even if they met their mates, they wouldn't know. The only way to break it was if they...ingested their mate's blood into their system." Malphas seems to be pondering, his scowl deepens as he glances at the page. It doesn't make sense to either of us. "One who is my own..." I mumble to myself as I look ahead, "Could it mean an heir?" The thought sort of makes sense. I look up at Malphas again. "Bloodline is what we all carry, and more so the successors. The genes do change throughout generations, but the lineage stays at the core. So..."

Just enough to be certain Jem could hear him clearly. “I don’t expect you to,” Dante replied. “But I need you to listen to me carefully.” Jem’s eyes lifted. Dante continued, his voice steady but deliberate. “The marriage ceremony does not erase your bloodline, Jem. It completes it.” Jem frowned slightly, confusion returning. Dante didn’t stop. “The Malik line does not disappear when the curse breaks,” he said. “It becomes the foundation of whatever comes next. You are not conditional. You are not temporary. You are co-heir—permanently.”