Novel & Cerita Mal's Hair In Descendants

We are the protectors of the Harvestia Monarchy, sworn to defend it with our lives if need be. And then there's the legend of our black hair, a divine gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It's said to symbolize our strength and favor, a tangible manifestation of our lineage's blessings. From our wolfen pelts to our human form, the deep ebony hue marks us as children of the Timberfang bloodline, warriors bound by an unbreakable legacy.

Avo explained giving us an analogy that we understood. "Remember I told you there are a few boys who get the genes passed down. Well, the only time it happens is when the boy is the first child that the mother has birthed. Like in my case," Aaron added to Avo’s explanation, highlighting how the first genes were super important. "So, Amira was the first daughter?" Set confirmed. "Not just that, she was the first daughter of the first daughter of the first daughter, and so on…. All her descendants have been only and only first daughters of the original first daughter bloodline."

Nacen cocked his head "I know we are fated mates but what do you mean by destiny" "Well I'm specific about her destiny" "My destiny" Alyssia said surprised. "Yes your destiny. I'm sure you have noticed your hair color and your slited eyes" "You know about it? Am I a dragon?" she questioned as her eyes glowed in excitement. "Yes and no" she answered. Alyssia frowned and looked at Nacen. 'What do you mean "yes and no" ? "You are the last descendant of the dragon species but you are not fully dragon because your dragon blond line has been diluted with human blood due to the fact that your grandmother married a human whose son your, father also married a human so the dragon blood in you is still

With them on her side, rather than against her, she’d be unstoppable. That was the true prophecy, the one I was given by the Oracles themselves on the day that Morgana died. The day the Oracles themselves were killed by the Queen’s assassins to keep the secret safe. Instead of telling the truth, the Queen spreads a new prophecy, one that promises Morgana’s rise to power will destroy both realms, that of Iron and that of Spirit, unless she is brought to the Queen directly before she rises to full power. Of the 721 descendants of Morgana, 15 were born with red hair. 10 were born male. And of the 5 remaining, only 1 has her eyes. Faye Archer.

They were all waiting for their master to make the first move or give out instructions since they didn’t know if the child was related to the duke. Though it was messy and dirty, there was no doubt that her hair was silver-gray. It was the same color as the duke’s hair and the people who could inherit that trait were the people from the Fiore bloodline. Their gray hairs and gray eyes were the distinct traits that made them recognizable in the entire empire. “Who are you, child?” The duke’s tone was cold like usual.

Almost as if they are in hiding with the purpose of waiting for some one or some thing. However, there has been some thing bothering me ever since I had the chance to read the letter form the head of the guild. Why does he have to look for a male that has green eyes and waist length dark hair. If I remember right from all of the history classes that I have taken since when I was just a pup, green eyes and black hair are characteristics of the men ever of the royal family that has inherited the most potent blood of the alpaca king. And during some reigns, it was beloved that a child of the family that had been born with such characteristics had been blessed by the moon goddess herself.

My forehead knotted as my heart had skipped a beat at the idea that crossed in my head. Cielo smiled at me, and then shook her head. “Back in Regulus and the three kingdoms, icy-blonde is considered a unique trait of female Xerxes. If a female has a hair like yours but didn't grow up in Regulus or the three kingdoms, it's most likely that she is a long-lost member of the family. A bastard, but still part of the family.” Cielo stopped raking my hair and looked me in the eye.

She was the first ever ruler – the first Lord of Barbarians – and Pathfinder and Magma’s direct descendant. “Besides, he has my hair,” Primogenitor added with a smile. Indeed, Magma’s hair was directly inherited from his ancestor. His red streaks were just like hers, only a tad bit duller in brightness. “So, why are you here?” Pathfinder sighed and asked his son. Magma only came here when he had something important to share, and Pathfinder didn’t think that this time was going to be any different.

And I am sure that you are stressed out because of that," he trails his hands on my cheeks. I felt a sparkle wherever his hand touched but my once quiet moment was interrupted by him. "I have noticed that your hair keeps growing and changing color each passing day," "Huh!" I gasped. "But I love it but….." The corner of his lips twitched up in confusion, "How is that possible?" "I have not heard of such or even seen it before," he said. "Hmmm….. It is hereditary, I could remember my mom telling me before her demise that there is a stage that a person will reach in our clan and their hair or nails will start changing to another style or color,"

She finished one braid, tucking it into a plaited crown atop Jenny's head, while gathering the hair on the other side for the second braid. "Alexander didn't develop his hard shell from living an easy life," Malia continued, her voice calmer yet laced with bitterness. "He lost his dad young. The White Roses were vicious. They took no prisoners, except the ones they used and tortured. They targeted and wiped out families one by one. Kidnapped babies. Poisoned communities. And they murdered his father." Jenny gasped, her past assumptions about Alexander's family proving accurate. She remembered the lingering pain of losing her mother and imagined the agony of having her murdered—how it felt to