Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

I asked. “Um, yeah. Fitting, right?” Hana blushed. “Malcolm is a cambion. Cambions are hybrid demons, so a child is born from a human and a demon. I don’t know who his dad is, but his dad was an incubus, which made Malcolm an incubus cambion.” “Malcolm is a hybrid sex demon,” I said the words slowly, letting them sink in. “Wait, is that why sex with him is outrageously good?”

It became evident why my mother had been attracted to him. My attention shifted to Malcom, and I noticed they shared several features. Both men possessed strong jaws, hazel eyes, and dark hair. I hadn't really considered Malcom's appearance before, but as I examined him now, I recognized a wave in his short hair. If he allowed it to grow out, it would probably curl much like his father's. "I told you, the blood magic won't be a problem," Harold stated confidently. "Elisa and Malcom are my offspring. They'll be fine."

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

He looks at me as though seeing me for the first time. “You are not merely descended from alphas.” I swallow. “Then what am I?” His voice drops to a whisper. “You are descended from the Moon Goddess herself.” The words ripple outward like a shockwave. Someone in the distance gasps. Draven’s hand tightens around mine. “That’s impossible,” I breathe. Malrik shakes his head slowly. “There are old legends. Of a bloodline chosen to carry a fragment of her essence. A sovereign line. Not ruling by pack law, but by divine right.”

"Shit, I didn't even think of that this whole time. But goddess, even if they can't, they can always adopt. There's nothing wrong with Alphas having adopted heirs. It's not common, but it does happen. Shit, sometimes the submissive has issues and can't get pregnant. My great uncle on my father's side had that problem. Elizabeth couldn't get pregnant so they adopted. They adopted one of Alpha Blood and the other two were not. One was Warrior Blood and the other Omega Blood." "Is Malaki aware of this?" "I don't think so... They live in Arizona, we hardly ever see them.... Actually Malaki's never met them.

it was already said in a tired tone. Cesare sank to the ground, but a little further from the fire, or rather from Vlad. Armand held a pause that no one dared to break. - Have you calmed down? - only after waiting for affirmative answers from both, he continued. – Do you know your more distant ancestors? - Paternal only. - If I understand anything, then hereditary diseases can be transmitted through a generation, for example, or even after two. It is possible that one of your grandparents or even great-grandparents was a werewolf.

Great, now I know the gender. “So?” I asked. “Your pup, the female, is enchanted. A dark curse is on your family, which has been passed down for female generations. Your mother and you did not get that curse, but your mother’s twin sister got the curse. That is why she is in the land of no return. Your female pup is going to be the most powerful out of all your children and also the youngest, but she is cursed,” she said. My heart started beating fast. I did not know about any curse in my family. My mother never mentioned it.

The longer she stared, the more it became clear to her that she has finally found her lost princess – Elysian Emerald, the name she and Gustavo made for their baby. Just as Elise was on the verge of crying, the little baby boy on her other arm woke up. Elise was surprised some more. The baby boy’s eyes were the most beautiful, yet the most peculiar she had ever seen in her entire life. One eye was blue and green– the bluest and the greenest that there existed. The upper eye was the color of the seas and the skies combined while the lower eye was the hue of the pastures and leaves. The other eye was colored with the interpolation of brown and purple. It was the shade of brown that looked like

“how can that be, we are all here and it is too soon for Malis pup to be born so it can’t be hers” Mali is my cousin who has been on my back for many years while trying to take my Empress throne away from me but no matter how much tricks she uses she can never beat me, but just for the fact she is with pup now, that may change as even though my mate and I have been together for many years we were never able to reproduce and we have no idea why, we’ve both been checked more than once by our healers and even shamans and they find nothing wrong with us.

Yet amidst the agony, a revelation eased my suffering: I was destined to be mated to the Marshall quadruplets. I was beyond thrilled; the quadruplets were simply irresistible. Each of them possessed a distinctive trait known only to them. Handsome and tall, they commanded attention with their varied shades of hair and eyes—it was impossible to look away. Every one of them was Alpha Alex Marshall's son, inheriting the formidable legacy of being part of the Gold pack, led by the most powerful alpha in Rio. "Hey, good morning!" Malia greeted me with a warm smile, the kind that always made my day brighter. She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence.