Mal's Full Name Descendants Novels & Stories

Adara asked confused. Malachi sat down on the end chair. “I killed Mia earlier. I had hoped that you would all be asleep, but Kiran wasn’t. My next guess is that he woke James, and they went to clean up the den and got rid of her body.” “Why?” she asked him. They had all liked Mia, everyone except me. “Mia’s maiden name is Miller.” The sentence hung in the air while Malachi waited for everyone to make the connection. “Alexandra Miller was her sister and yes that makes Alexander her nephew.”

She even married that dick; he is filled with so much chaos. Yes, I dig for information about him. His name is Malcolm, and he is Aelle’s godson. He is chaotic and causes trouble wherever he goes. One time he slept with the queen of one kingdom—I can’t really remember the name—but he slept with the queen and got her pregnant. Malcom denied ever sleeping with her and denied the existence of the child, but rumour has it that the queen was sleeping around with so many men, and even she doesn’t know who the father is. But that is not even the point. The point is Malcolm is chaotic and very troublesome, and the worst part is that Aelle is in full support of him.

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.”

Also calling Charles by the name of grandfather, as Leona, Loui and Luca did. After all, Malia was already considered part of the Argent Family. They received Malia with open arms and sincerity. There's nothing else Malia can do but call them the only family that Malia has right now. "All right, ma'am." Malia whispered. Finally Malia tried to call Rosalie as mother. That call made Rosalie's smile widen at that. "Is Luca better, ma'am?" Leona spoke up after a few minutes of silence and just listened to all the conversations between Rosalie and Malia.

"What do your dirty claws want from my life?" Gerard snorts loudly, his nose twitching. "That is absolutely not for your female mind to decide. Tell my ears right now, what is your exact relationship with Derek Hale?" "He is just my ex-mate, and our paths have gone completely separate ways under the moon," Malia replies quickly, her chest heaving. "There is nothing left between our bodies!" "Good! Now use your device to call his wolf and tell his hands to come save your female flesh from my den," Gerard demands coldly, his alpha aura flaring.

"Harper, you ungrateful, wretched beast! I gave you life, and this is how you repay our bloodline? By dragging your own sister through the dirt in front of the entire Mercer Estate?!" "My mother Eleanor Calloway gave me life, Malcolm," I respond, my voice dropping into a deadly, quiet growl that makes his enforcers shift uncomfortably. "You only provided the disgrace. And Mallory is no sister of mine; she is the bastard child you sired with a human servant while my mother was dying on the Ironfang Front." Malcolm’s face turns purple with rage. He raises his heavy, claw-tipped hand, stepping forward to strike my face. "You arrogant bitch! I will teach you respect right now!"

"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."

"Of course, I still want to come back here to tell you this, even when I'm no longer a Quinn. "Once I achieve my purpose, I'll come back to this family." He looked at the mansion before him. "Everything here will belong to me, sooner or later." Samuel was so enraged with Malcolm's attitude that blood rushed to his mouth, causing him to vomit. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth while his body shivered in fury. He looked at Malcolm angrily. "You—! Your new name matches you, alright! Lucifer Howard! Lucifer, the devil! You are a devil; a devil in our family!"