Mal's Hair In Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

She also home-schooled the child so no one would pick up that she wasn’t an ordinary pack member. I really needed to find out or remember the name of the girl. Could she possibly be Daemon's fated mate? It wouldn't be a bad idea, especially as any children would be strong with both adults having the Alpha gene. Of course, that would lead to other issues, such as explaining them being here to Daemon and the fact that any children were most likely to have her colour eyes. According to Mara, the purple eye colour was the dominant gene.

"Now only King Darius and Queen Mira know the real truth about what happened but there was a rumour that they had one castle's most trusted nursemaids and her mate, take the pup and raise it as their own, and when she was old enough, she found her mate in an Alpha on the border of the kingdom. King Darius and Queen Mira went on to have 3 more pups, all males, the oldest taking over once King Darius stepped down. King Malik is a descendant of that eldest male..." "The man... Male in the painting with the little girl, is that King Darius?" "Yes, and if any of Darius and Mira's firstborn pups were to be alive today, they would have a claim to Malik's throne as the true heir..." "How does that w

My hand reflexively went to the place where Delania’s mark was. “You know, I haven’t even looked at it yet. Will it be different from the one I left on her?” I asked. “Yes, the mark you gave her would be the Dunne Alpha mark and would be the same one your mum would have had as well,” he explained. “Will it only pass from me then to a son or would a daughter also give the same mark?” I questioned. “Alpha, all of your children, male or female, will give that mark to their mates, as they will all be descendants of your Alpha bloodline,” he shared.

I asked curiously. “Yes, we do. Horus’s descendants can only produce males, and Nut’s descendants can only produce females. We know Alsie and her mother were descendants of Nut because they are females. I am a male, and I produced male heirs because I and now, you three are the descendants of Horus.”

Maynard is clearly showing his annoyance , there is nothing helpful with the nonsense that he is spouting. “Wait, does that mean, even if the parents of that human doesn;t have black hair, the descendant will still have the same appearance?” Myrvinne tries to confirm. “I don’t know, only the name will be bestowed to that child is Barrett, it is not a common name so I’m not sure if they just use it to make the story more reliable or what.” “Barrett’s parents don't have black hair and eyes, even the prior ones to their generation no one ever has that black hair and eyes!” Myrvinne explained.

he teased. I glared at him. "Of course, I do." I rolled my eyes. "I was the one who conceived Sander in my stomach for three months yet the only feature he inherited from me was my golden lock hair." I huffed, shaking my head when Desmond grinned. "But at least, he inherited something from me. It was much better than having nothing." Desmond bit his lower lip. "I remembered what we talked about having a pup before. Do you still remember that when we get to have a pup, I would want them to inherit your hair?"

It became evident why my mother had been attracted to him. My attention shifted to Malcom, and I noticed they shared several features. Both men possessed strong jaws, hazel eyes, and dark hair. I hadn't really considered Malcom's appearance before, but as I examined him now, I recognized a wave in his short hair. If he allowed it to grow out, it would probably curl much like his father's. "I told you, the blood magic won't be a problem," Harold stated confidently. "Elisa and Malcom are my offspring. They'll be fine."

Adam surfaced with a grin, shaking water from his dark hair. "The way your dad choked when you rode me in front of him...." Marcus laughed, deep and rough. "Got over it quick."Jeff's hand slid up Sarah's thigh, still toned despite the years. "Best genetics in history." And it showed—grandkids tall like Eli, sharp-jawed like Noah, built like Micah, and wild-eyed like Lia. A dynasty forged in sweat and sin, all muscle, fire, and flawless skin. Sarah sighed, satisfied. "Told you we'd make legends."

the blond man explained. My mother came from the Ältere clan. Does that mean she and my father survived? I felt ecstatic. The Älteres are considered one of Yarech's first royal breeds, and it is for this reason that my mother was chosen to marry my father, King of Magenta. "Then my father and mother are still alive?" I asked, delighted.

I grabbed it, and our fingers brushed against each other, running heat through my hand and across my body. “This is going to sound stupid…” I paused. “I’m sure it won’t.” “Can I contract it?” The random stories of werewolf bites and changing on the next full moon ran through my head. Malachi let out a chuckle. “No, it’s hereditary. Unless your parents were werewolves, you won’t be. And you would have found out by now.” I nodded to his response. “Are you okay?” “Umm…I’ve seen a lot of weird shit in my lifetime. And this takes the cake. It’s a lot to process.”