Mal's Full Name Descendants Novels & Stories

He pressed two fingers under my chin, lifting my head so that I was looking into his eyes, something I had tried not to do since we stepped out of the car. ”Yes?” He asked as he towered over me. ”Yeah, um, there is one more thing.” I said and Amber turned to me. ”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 toward

I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood.

On the far, shadowed edge of the clearing, standing just beyond the reach of the bonfire's glow, was a figure. He was old, his hair a shock of white against the darkness, his posture straight and imposing despite his years. He was dressed in the traditional dark furs of the senior nobility. My breath caught in my throat. I knew that face. It was the man from my father’s private files the one whose name had been whispered in the margins of the most damning reports. The senior elder, Malachi, a man who had served three Alphas and was rumored to know where every body in the Silver Moon was buried.

he said. “You too, Malachi, Although I can't say he's mentioned you.” Alissa smiled. Malachi flung his head back, his laugh boomed across the land. “Naw, he wouldn'. Cheeky laddie. Have to admit I was crushed when Luca told me his da' was stepping down. Got Alpha status before me!” Another loud laugh as he punched Luca on the shoulder. Luca laughed, rubbing his shoulder.

By the time we got the assignment lists, my worst fear had already taken shape. “Sky,” she hissed, “you might want to sit down for this. Remember… I told you there’s someone you need to know about. I didn’t know the full name until now.” “Oh, joy,” I said, voice flat. “Let me guess. Another fan club member who’ll smile at Ryder the way I die inside every time he scores?” Mila ignored my sarcasm. “Her name’s Malia. She’s… complicated. Medicine student, brilliant, intimidating, and Ryder’s sex partner before you.” she hits her mouth and continues “oh no no, honey I mean Ryder's ex.”

It would mean a death knell for some of the smaller packs in Europe, though. Malcom could objectively admit that his mating Natalia would be good for his clan and his businesses. He just couldn’t stand her as a person. She was a narcissistic, spoiled brat who fancied herself an untouchable princess. If they were mated he’d have to spend time with her… to share her bed, at least until there was one pup. Though the expectation would be for more than one pup. While he wanted a family someday, he definitely did not one with her. He would rather be celibate for the rest of his life than start a family with her.

Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased), Miguel Ortega (Father, Deceased) Siblings: Mariana Ortega, Zavier Ortega Guardian: Rosalia Ortega My eyebrows furrow the more I read and I look at my brother with a cocked eyebrow. "What is this?" Malachai throws a grape in the air and catches it in his mouth. Barely a minute passed and he still hasn't spoken, just stared at me with a smug grin. He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this.

Veronica's POV: As Malia lay crumpled on the floor, her once formidable presence reduced to a broken figure, a solemn silence fell over the throne room. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, and the kingdom braced itself for the consequences that awaited her. My father, Tyler, the lycan king, stood tall and resolute, his voice ringing out with authority. "Malia," he declared, his tone laced with disappointment, "you have betrayed the trust of this kingdom and tarnished the honor of our bloodline. Your actions have brought pain and darkness upon this kingdom. For your crimes against the crown and its people, henceforth, you are stripped of your royal title and sentenced to the dung

"A visitor? At this hour?" "He is waiting in the great hall. He came from Riverpack. His name is Malcom." Elsie exchanged a glance with Zuri. The name was familiar. Malcom, son of Alpha Soren of Riverpack. He had arrived at the manor weeks ago, sent by his father to negotiate trade agreements between their packs. He was supposed to have returned home by now. Instead, he had lingered, finding excuses to remain, finding reasons to cross paths with Elsie.

His laughter faded slightly as he searched my face. “You don’t look like a maid to me,” he said eventually. I shrugged, remembering Bruce’s comment. “I get that a lot.” A slow smirk crossed his lips, and then he extended a hand. “Malcolm,” he said smoothly. “The 57th crowned prince of the Red Flames Pack.” I raised an eyebrow at the way he said it. Not with pride, not with grandeur, but almost like… a joke. “Also a disgrace to my father,” he added casually.