Mal's Hair In Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

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.”

Then Dad looks down, shame heavy on his face, and something clicks. My breath catches. "MoonHive is hereditary," I say slowly, turning to look at him… and then at Jack. "That means you could have it too. So could Jack." Jack doesn’t flinch. His mouth presses into a tight line, but he holds my gaze.

He asked as I shook off my head. " I ran in when I heard screams," I replied as father nodded with a smile. "Nothing will ever happen to this little champ as long as I am alive." how dad spoke made it Sound as if he knew that little Darren here was his grandson. "You know even though you didn't get pregnant to birth him, he's still my grandson, 'cause you took some genes of my blood and Damien too has a mix." He said as I nodded, father's generational variation has never seemed to end, he had a way to explain the history of his generation as he could tell how he got this hair color, or those nose shape, or that face shape.

Maybe you’ll read about it in her own book. After Amelia got rid of all the poison in Lucian’s body, she let us know that I was his true mate. And he wasn’t able to recognise that because of dad’s wolf being dormant and me not having the genes and all. From her gift, she was able to tell. At least that explained the crazy connection. We were really soulmates. THE END

I knew the nightdress would easily leave my body when I shifted behind the trees nearby the mansion. All the girls had a late night, and many people woke up by 8am anyway, so I knew they would all be sleeping, but I would have to come back and have a shower before then. I tiptoed downstairs and I was able to sneak off before being seen or heard by anyone, thankfully. I stripped and shifted into my beige wolf with black paws, it was the mixture of my mother's and father's wolf colours. My father's wolf was grey with black paws, and my mother's wolf was pure beige without a mark.

“I am not sure. However, there is a high possibility.” I gave her a sharp look. “Why?” “Because Alaric’s curse was related to his ancient family bloodline. The mate bond between your stepfather and Maevra kept it suppressed for many years. When she passed away, the mate bond was broken.” My mother paused. “And Kaelen is the descendant who is the closest one to it.” My stomach clenched. “Do you mean it may have passed on to him?” “It is possible,” she admitted. “Especially because his wolf had been showing symptoms of weakness already.”

Undeniable. And undeserved. At two months old, others might not see it yet—but I did. Aside from a few features he inherited from me, Ashton Pierce’s genes were undeniably dominant. “Kids can inherit traits from their great-grandparents on either side,” Zandrie said casually, rolling his eyes as if the thought were ridiculous. “It doesn’t mean Malakai has to look like me.” His tone was light, dismissive—but I knew better. He was helping me.

Unfortunately, using makeup had shown little results at covering it up. My appearance was a clear representation of my family, Chrysalis. The silver hair and violet eyes were a dead giveaway to our ancient Beta lineage. It was an unusual sight for people who were not from our pack, but I was proud of my reflection. I was the first daughter born to our Beta family in over a century and the only child of my parents. I was also born two years after Aleric so it was almost guaranteed we would be mated, our families always having been so closely knit. The elders had even prophesied our union would bring great success to the pack; they had been correct.

The Queen turned toward her. And whispered: "Run." The child disappeared into the forest. I gasped. "The first Queen had a child." Gabriel stared at the vision. "That's impossible." "No." I shook my head. "She did." The vision changed. The child grew. Then another child. And another. Generation after generation. The Moon blood continued. The Valens were not the beginning. They were descendants. But the first Queen had left something behind. A final message. One day, my blood will return.

"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