Mal In Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

Get to the communication room now. Brie arrived moments later. Mikan was pacing, agitated in a way she’d never seen. “What prophecy?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of one concerning the regional queens.” Mikan signaled Cain. Cain explained: “The queens of Malta only birth daughters. Always. Even the south. They were forbidden to marry draynor because draynor blood only produces boys. The prophecy says that if a queen conceives twin boys, it signals the end of the Malton queens’ reign.”

She left them a will as to how to run the kingdom together after her passing and left the throne for her eldest son, Albrecht. The six children became the Founders of Malorenia, and their first names became the names of their families. The founding families were purebloods and they made sure they only married amongst each other to keep it that way. But it had been more than a thousand years. Many families had no choice but to mix their blood with others to continue their lineage. Thus, magic started to decline, and some babies were born without any powers at all. “Selfish bastards.” Fred put the book back and pulled another. It looked even older than the first. ‘The Gottanlich Family Tree’ w

Nacen cocked his head "I know we are fated mates but what do you mean by destiny" "Well I'm specific about her destiny" "My destiny" Alyssia said surprised. "Yes your destiny. I'm sure you have noticed your hair color and your slited eyes" "You know about it? Am I a dragon?" she questioned as her eyes glowed in excitement. "Yes and no" she answered. Alyssia frowned and looked at Nacen. 'What do you mean "yes and no" ? "You are the last descendant of the dragon species but you are not fully dragon because your dragon blond line has been diluted with human blood due to the fact that your grandmother married a human whose son your, father also married a human so the dragon blood in you is still

Callie makes a little o shape with her mouth, but my dad just stares at me. “And I can hear them.” I add, knowing this conversation could be alot worse. My dad continues to stare at me, his brow wrinkled into a frown. “Only I can give the Alpha title unless it is handed down through families.” “That’s why I didn’t say anything to them about that, but Dad, you were wrong about mum. Mum wasn’t the last descendant of The Greats.” “What are you talking about?” “The others, the ones like me. They all carry genes from The Greats. Dad, the only difference between them and me, is that I have Lycan King blood.”

"Princess, we all thought that you had passed away a very long time ago, but we were very wrong. As you stand here, you look like a replica of your mother. Sadly, we cannot keep you alive, as you will inherit your mother’s powers, and Malcolm cannot mate with you because he is your uncle. In contrast, he can mate with your mother and inherit half of her powers. Please don't worry, we won't kill you right away, you are like a fly strip that draws its prey like a bear to honey. All of your parents will come to your rescue, including your mother, mate, and father. Our next step will be to kill off all parties that we no longer need or want. Once you three have died, your mother will regain all

He mutters “What?” “You know she is a descendant, right?” “Of The Greats, yes.” “The original Greats are direct descendents of the Moon Goddess. They all carried a piece of her within them. That’s how Lilah decided who her mate was going to be when she was a child.” He shakes his head and smirks. “Honestly, I’m surprised that the Alpha hasn’t told you all the stories. There are enough of them floating around and apparantly, they are all true.”

I could see why my mom had been attracted to him. I looked over at Malcom. He had a lot of the same features. Both males had strong jaws, hazel eyes, and dark hair. I never put much thought into Malcom’s appearance before, but now that I was looking at him, I realized there was a wave to his short hair. If he grew it out, it would probably curl the same as his father’s. “I told you, the blood magic won’t be a problem,” Spencer said. “Lola and Malcom are my offspring. They’ll be fine.”

My hand reflexively went to the place where Delania’s mark was. “You know, I haven’t even looked at it yet. Will it be different from the one I left on her?” I asked. “Yes, the mark you gave her would be the Dunne Alpha mark and would be the same one your mum would have had as well,” he explained. “Will it only pass from me then to a son or would a daughter also give the same mark?” I questioned. “Alpha, all of your children, male or female, will give that mark to their mates, as they will all be descendants of your Alpha bloodline,” he shared.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

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.