Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

Cord had looked Dayen in the eye when he had pronounced the virgin to be given: Mala. Mala was outclan and different from the blonde men and women of High Stag. Her hair was reddish brown and wavy where theirs was straight, she was tall where the women of High Stag were petite. And she had no father or brothers to deny the chiefs, having been raised as a ward of the shaman school after her mother, a refugee from Great Bull, had taken fever when she was ten summers old. Over the last eight summers, she had grown to womanly curves, and the sight of her body made Dayen want her with the deep need of new manhood even now when he was ten summers beyond it. It was probably that, more than the need

He asked, his voice laced with desperation. The witch hesitated for a moment before answering. “I'm afraid there is no cure for being a Dire wolf, that’s why I initially said that it should not be termed an illness, as it’s more of a genetic thing.” The witch said softly. “It is a condition that is passed down through bloodlines, and once it manifests, it cannot be undone.” A heavy silence descended upon the room as the gravity of her words sank in. I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized the implications of what she was saying.

Anthony took a sip of tea and said leisurely, “Mable, I called you out today to tell you that the Fowlers have a hereditary mental illness that only affects the men. Typically, only the firstborn inherits the illness.” Mable was in shock. The genetic mental illness was only passed down to the firstborn. It would mean that Blair… Anthony said, “Since my dad and grandfather are the firstborns, they inherited the disease when they were born. As the oldest son, Blair also has the illness.”

“We found this while we were cleaning out the bunkers. It's the files for the families in Alpha Jerome’s pack. This is your family’s history. It shows your family line, going back generations.” She turns to look me in the eye. “Not only are you descended from an Alpha line nearly six generations ago, but your family has consistently mated with Alpha females since they took over the position of Beta. That includes your mother, I might add. So, Alpha, I was right. You have more Alpha blood in you than Beta blood.”

"So a Blackthorne witch hiding in a werewolf pack would have children who read as wolf. Grandchildren who read as wolf. For six generations, every descendant would live their entire life believing they were simply a lesser version of whatever supernatural category they'd been born into." The specific cruelty of that settles over me slowly. Six generations of people who never shifted, who had abilities nobody could explain, who spent their lives being told they were defective versions of something they weren't. Six generations of people like me, except they died without knowing. "How many?" I ask. "How many descendants over two centuries?" "The records don't have a complete count. Dozens, pro

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.

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

"Undiluted, unbroken, passed down through the female line specifically. Rare but valuable beyond measure." "I do not understand what that means." "It means you can produce Alpha offspring regardless of your mate's status. It means your children would be stronger, faster, more powerful than normal wolves." My mother leaned forward as much as the chains allowed. "Your grandmother escaped from an early version of Genesis Labs decades ago. She vanished so completely that we all thought she was dead. But then you were born and I saw the markers in your scent and your bone structure. I knew exactly what you were."

“Born to a Beta who served an Alpha that had a son not two years prior.” His finger then moved to the first one I’d read; strength or power. “It seems like an obvious match given these are your houses,” he finished. “If the lineages were to be believed, you’d be the first mated pair recorded in modern history that hail from the original direct descendants. How could that not be seen as prosperous for the pack?” I shakily shook my head. It wasn’t like they were wrong in predicting Aleric and I were mates but… this? Really? This was what it was all based on? Speculation?

Jayden returned to the cell with his sister in her mother's arms, complaining to her of her pain and ailments, especially now that she has regained her memory and brought them all back with her. "Jayden carries Mayadin"s blood in his veins, he is a descendant of the fallen himself, without any doubt. » Kayden furrowed his eyebrows in question, awaiting further explanation, and Kyle sat across from his father nervous, knowing that what he was going to say seemed insane in itself, since he himself did not understand how it happened.