Mal's Hair In Descendants 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.

Direct Alpha Lineage. My breath hitched. Everyone knew the Noven name. They were the legends of the Northern Territories. A bloodline so powerful they were rumored to be descendants of the first wolves. They were also dead. Wiped out in a single night of fire and blood ninteen years ago. I kept reading. My eyes skipped down to the physical markers section. Phenotype traits: Deep raven hair. Eyes the color of the northern sea, vivid blue with gray rings. High bone density. Late-onset wolf maturity.

They figured that five was a good number to stop at. We decided that seven was a good number to stop at. Ours were the triplets, Arya, Enya, Callum, and Silas. Not all wolf hybrids had a wolf counterpart, but all seven of ours did. However, they also held magic. Honestly, everyone had been surprised by that. Grandmother Ayla posited that it was because they were descended from the Trelinin line. They were also descended from the Goddess as well. My eyes greedily drank in how incredible my mate looked in a tux. By the gods, I could never get enough. Not even nine centuries would change that.

In fact, every male in his family has strong genes, tracing all the way back to Grandpa. Grandpa used to have blond hair and bright blues eyes before age caught up to him. He married a sandy-haired woman, but their son—Andrew's father—bore no trace of his mother. He has blond hair and blue eyes. He married an auburn-haired woman, with dark hazel eyes no less. Yet Andrew came out blond and blue-eyed. Same with Andrew. Allie was all... him. The little girl bore no trace of Melissa, not even the coloring. She had shiny, light blonde hair. Her eyes are almost an exact copy of Andrew's, right down to the shape.

"What's wrong with her hair?" The man who grabbed my wrist asks, but I keep my eyes trained on the floor in front of me. He did not address me, he is talking the Alpha Chris, and his curiosity is none of my business. "She's a mutt," it is a simple, true answer. My father was a wolf, and my mother a human. She is who I get my white hair from and my blue eyes. If I had gotten my father's genes of black hair and brown eyes, no one would glance twice at me, but I was cursed with my mother's genetics. The man drops my hand as though the touch had been to something infected.

It was hard to tell any of us was related excect for the blue eye connection. Malakai was the only one to take after our father, with black raven hair. His jawline was remarkably close to his mother's own. I've only seen photos of her. Lowell my nephew, looks like his mother. They both had hazel eyes. Lilith was a brunett with hints of red in her hair. Niall on the other hand had our blue eye feature and dark brown hair, similar to father's hair. I almost suspect it's from his mother's side of the family. We all sat down together on the couches and my father got out some embarrasing photo albums to show Lilith and Brendon. A few pictures even had Lilith in it from when she was younger and wo

“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.”

“I heard legends of a ‘White Shaman’ from travelers. Supposedly, certain families carried a fragment of that power through the generations. Some dismissed it as folklore.” Alara’s throat tightened. She traced the text with her fingertip. “It says, ‘While the White Shaman’s direct line is thought lost, a few rumored descendants appear every century, bearing healing or protective magic. Their wolves, when awakened, sometimes manifest an unusual coloring…’” Her breath caught as she recalled the dream images of her own wolf, pure white, crackling with energy. Could her mother’s family truly descend from this legendary lineage? The notion both exhilarated and frightened her.

Lamia all but screamed in frustration at her mother, running her hands through her streaked hair. “Lamia, you are a Dire wolf. The last one I know of was my great-grandmother’s sister. Before that, no one had seen or heard of one for a few hundred years, maybe even thousands. The gene can skip generations, and because I wasn’t firstborn, it never even crossed my mind that you would inherit the rare gene. However, it does explain your strength, power, the crown mark you bear on your hip, and your wolf spirit. And in all honesty, I have heard about the gene in my family, heard stories but never paid any heed to them. If anything, if the gene was to show up, I would have thought it would have c

The woman quickly took her daughter to the temple to serve the gods but the daughter had stepped on to many toes. “On her first outing as a priestess of the gods, she was beaten and raped by a few men. That was how she conceived a child. After the child was born, another girl with white hair but now tempered not to be as white as her mother own, she lived with the gift of prophesy that was so strong that the village she grew up in feared her. And that was how the gift moved from daughter to daughter until the time of the great divide. I still don’t know what made my ancestors then to follow the exiled tribes or chose Sagedge but I know that the power over time had reduced as the color of our