Mal's Hair In Descendants Novels & Stories

"Shit, I didn't even think of that this whole time. But goddess, even if they can't, they can always adopt. There's nothing wrong with Alphas having adopted heirs. It's not common, but it does happen. Shit, sometimes the submissive has issues and can't get pregnant. My great uncle on my father's side had that problem. Elizabeth couldn't get pregnant so they adopted. They adopted one of Alpha Blood and the other two were not. One was Warrior Blood and the other Omega Blood." "Is Malaki aware of this?" "I don't think so... They live in Arizona, we hardly ever see them.... Actually Malaki's never met them.

He told me in a low voice. My heart skipped a beat, and I pursed my lips into a thin line. I had black hair. Jason told me that our paternal great-grandmother had dark black hair and I inherited my hair colour from her. How is this possible that now I had black hair when I had golden brown hair earlier? Cole also had black hair. So, I never doubted Jason’s word. “You are reading too much in between the situations, Cole. Don’t think too much. Both of us have black hair. It proves that we inherited them from our previous generations.” I tried to shrug off the uneasiness that I was feeling right now while ruffling his hair.

“You are the descendent of the Goddess as well. You are our grandchild’s child.” I shook my head in denial…but how could I deny the connection? I had always felt comfortable around Malachi and Ezra. I had always felt like they were my guardians, my blood. Now that they were saying that I was actually their blood…it did make sense, but at the same time, it seemed like a farfetched fairytale. “How is that even possible? My parents…they are your descendents too?” “Yes,” Ezra nodded. “One side of your family comes from us. I cannot tell who our blood is unless we see them, but either your mother or your father is our descendent. You are possibly the fourth generation.”

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."

Though, the younger the age, the curlier the hair seemed to get. Staring closer at the portraits, Marlon noticed that the first duchess had light blonde hair. But as the generation grew younger, they began darkening. The last of the generation had an auburn red hair. Marlon found it odd that part of the generation of the duke was a commoner. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if the generation continued. Would they eventually grow into dark-furred wolves? “Spread out,” Marlon ordered his men. “We’ll cover more ground that way. Look for any signs of Petra. Anything out of the usual gets reported to me right away.”

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.

The Stants just like the De Vries family were known for a specific characteristics, Shining black hair and almond shaped, jet black eyes. During the old ages when DNA Tests didn't exist and they weren't familiar with the concept of mutation, the women's loyalty in birthing a child for the Stants was tested by their hair color, shape of their eyes and the jet black color of their eyeballs. During that time, children and women were slaughtered like meat due to disloyalty or misconceptions like a child having dull black hair and almond shaped eyes or having an almond shaped jet black eyes with blonde hair.

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

“Hm.” Then he asked what I was already bracing for. Like I knew he'd have a problem with the hair. “And your hair….so striking and shiny. May I ask where it comes from? Do you remember who in your family got a silver hair like you?” I tried to keep my tone steady and not show any form of irritation. “My mom was a Luna. Silver-haired like me, she said I got it from her. That’s all I know.” He hummed again. The room suddenly felt too small. “Your mom? Isn't that a wonderful thing to inherit, don't you think?”

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.