Mal's Full Name Descendants Novels & Stories

BANG! The sound of the gavel striking the desk was like a clap of thunder, echoing throughout the hall and on every communication device in Malora. It was the death knell of a dynasty. The Chairman announced in a heavy, merciless voice, each word a nail driven into the coffin of a great name. "Hereby, the Bramasta family's status as a major cultivator clan of Malora is revoked! All their assets are to be frozen by the council, and all their core members are declared fugitives! Their total downfall is official!"

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Don't worry. We're all your relatives here. We'll have Malcolm introduce them to you." Jessamine became excited upon hearing that name. Ever since Elizabeth passed away, she had been looking for Malcolm everywhere. She had spent years doing so but to no avail. Her lips trembled as she struggled to utter, "M-Malcolm?" Gloria explained with a smile, "Xander is Malcolm! Malcolm is one of his aliases." Jessamine couldn't help but burst into tears. She had spent tons of money searching for people in the country who had the name Malcolm. But she didn't expect Malcolm to be an alias. There was no way she could've tracked him down with an alias.

But that pull only grows stronger with each passing day. I have made research about her. To know what makes her special enough to have two mates who are both kings, and how she is still alive. I know that she is currently pregnant, and how the baby is still in her remains a mystery because I have seen women lose their babies and their senses with far less torture. It isn’t until my diviner is called and he tells me what Hazel actually is. “A descendant of the moon goddess, your majesty. You have to be careful when dealing with her lest you anger the goddess.” My diviner said.

"So... you must be a descendant of the fallen, like Ash." He nodded. "My bloodline allegedly comes from Mahazael, the fallen Prince of the earth element. It is said that his children had the power to shift into all the animals walking on Earth. In time, shifters chose several creatures that became their guides, their earthy inner spirits. With a certain guide, a race was created. My family is one of the purest, just like the Malachious family. Other wolf bloodlines may come from the original shifters' bite. Those have most of my bloodline's strength, but they live and age more like humans."

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.

I really was a problem for them and now, they weren't even trying to hide it. I mean, as well as being alive, I had discovered that I could be more trouble than expected. When the door opens, the old men are the first to come to me. “Well,” the older-looking one says, clearing his throat. “Talking to Alpha King Jaden, we found out some... important information about you, Malia.” I stop, just to look at him. My eyes fall on Jaden and his upright kingly posture. He was so handsome and strong. I knew he'd make a fine father looking at him now.

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

Avalynn couldn't find the words. “Hey, take a deep breath.” “Wait,” She paused a bit. “Are you supposed to be the CEO… of M&M?” Ava questioned. “Yes.” Jace replied firmly. “Oh, pardon my manners. Allow me to officially introduce myself. My name is Jace Malvis. The only son and heir to the Malvis group. I know you're Avalynn. You have a very pretty name, I must say.” He added, swaying the CEO’s chair he was sitting on.

An older man, looking like a more handsome and fashionable version of Former Alpha James, says as he approaches and throws pants at our well hung mate. “Let me introduce, Malleus. I am sorry, I have not been able to visit until now and brought Mal without warning. He wanted to come along and it delayed my travels. You see, today is his eighteenth birthday. His father is the Lycan King’s younger half brother. His mother is half fae and half lycan. I will tell the long story of the affair we started the night I was rejected, but knowing what I do, that can wait while you make you quick celebratory rounds and go take care of your heat and rut,” he says. We finish dressing ourselves and Dee look