Mal's Full Name Descendants Novels & Stories

It made him far more dangerous. "What is your name?" The stranger looked at her for a long moment before answering. "My birth name no longer matters." Scarlett didn't respond. He smiled faintly. "The wolves who follow me call me Malachar." The name settled heavily over the chamber. Even the Black Fang Alpha's expression hardened. Scarlett noticed it immediately. "You know him." The Alpha nodded slowly. "I've heard stories." Malachar laughed softly. "Stories improve with every generation." Lucas spoke for the first time.

"Happy 24th birthday, Maliah." "Thanks for coming, big brother." Maliah is from house Swavistica, a long distant relative from his mother's side. "Where's your brother?" says Perci. "He's in the garden waiting for you." "Thanks, I'll go ahead."

Nate says. “Ok, but did you know that he is well over 500 years old and that his name is not Gryffon Valencia, but is actually Vincent.” Malachi comments. That stops us in our tracks, and the room goes silent. Malachi sits there with his arms crossed over his chest. I see Nate open and close his mouth a few times without saying anything. That means that they have been doing business with him this entire time. They have also been doing business with Callum. Devon told me that Gryffon has his son working with him. Those shady fucking bastards. I bet they know something about these fucking science projects as well. Malachi says that he has a few guys watching the business to see what t

said the other. “Thank you.” “We should have a feast for you in liberating our village… what’s your name?” the elder asked. She looked at Frode before answering. “A-Alfreda…” The elder giggled. “We know who Alfreda is. We want to know the real name of our savior.” “Mala…” she whispered. “All hail to our savior Mala, may the goddess continue to protect her, and may she help other villages in need.” “Mala! Mala! Mala!” Everyone cheered.

"Pale eyes. Sixty years of age. Did he give any name at all, even a false one?" "He called himself Malachai," the young man said. "Though I do not believe that is his true name. The way his own followers spoke of him suggested reverence bordering on worship, the kind reserved for someone who has led far longer than a single generation might explain." Ivara's breath caught audibly, and I turned to find her staring at Kael with an expression I could not fully interpret, something between horror and dawning recognition. "Kael," she said slowly. "The healer, Yselda. Did she ever mention that name in connection with your mother's history?"

Azel is worth ten of Malachi, and any wolf who touches him will answer to the Nightcrest bloodline. Malachi stares at the screen, his chest heaving with helpless, violent rage as the full weight of Ronan's backing slams into their reputation.

"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 he ignored me, turning his sharp, commanding gaze to May instead. "I know you have Malachi’s protection," he said, his tone cold, edged with authority, "but don’t drag my wife into this shit." I tensed. His wife? I clenched my fists, biting back the urge to correct him—because I wasn’t his wife. Not anymore. But Randy wasn’t finished. His gaze flickered to Gregory, then back to May. "He is a direct descendant," he said, voice dropping into something low and dangerous. "And you know what that means."

" Candy commended the bird. ''Let's keep it. Please… please… please'' Night cried. ''Alright we will. Little one what's your name and where do you come from?'' Alice asked the black bird. 'Oh what do I say now without being caught?' Marline thought within herself. ''Errrrm… My name is Malia. '' Marline replied with a sign of nervousness. ''Awwwn pretty thing with a pretty name.'' Night shouted. 'Hmmph! I will take revenge on you all. Just wait and see.' Marline thought within herself. ''So where are you from? Your parents? Family? Don't you have any?'' Candy asked. ''Errrm.. I live in a faraway nest, about thousands of kilometers from here.''

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”