The Descendants Mal Novels & Stories

Isang boses na parang pinaghalong bulong ko at ng kanyang sariling boses ang umalingawngaw sa aming utak, direkta mula sa loob ng aking sinapupunan. "Father..." the child spoke through the "Sync," the digital-biological hybrid laughing inside my womb with the exact, multi-layered resonance of Julian Moretti. "The Descent is waiting. Open the gate, or I will burn her from the inside out." (Watch out for Chapter 268) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

"Milly, Andy still doesn't know you're my daughter, does he? Tell him, and he'll choose you." My father's voice came from the other end of the call. But just thinking of Andy in bed with another she-wolf made me sick. "No, father. I'm breaking up with him. I'll settle everything within a week." My father, the Lycan King William Gomez, sounded overjoyed with my decision. "The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time."

“The one whose blood can mend what no other can. I have searched across generations, across centuries, and now… here you are. The descendant.” My breath hitched. The healer. My grandmother’s stories flashed in my mind—tales I had dismissed as myth, whispers of ancestors with the gift to heal wounds not only of flesh but of spirit. My heart raced. “No… you’re wrong. I don’t—” “You do,” Malrik interrupted sharply. His voice was final, absolute. “It is in your blood, whether you acknowledge it or not.” “No!” I shouted, scrambling backward, legs slipping against the stone. Panic clawed at my throat. I turned, bolting toward the cavern’s entrance, desperation fueling me.

Uncle Astor explained to us as he searched the book he had retrieved earlier. "What do you believe?" I asked Uncle Astor directly. "Here," he stopped at a page in the book and turned it to use to peruse. "Acient history says that they are descendants of Selene and protectors of our kind. They are very unique species with incomprehensible abilities. I believe they exist but in varying forms, some are hybrids. " Uncle Astor explained part of our findings in the old library. In the book was one of the descendants. "Isolde,"

“It said there are two paths to joining the conclave—descendant or ascendant. Descendant means one of the founding five, right?" "Right." "So, are you a descendant?" Kalmin laughed. “Ha! No. I’m an ascendant.” He paused as the waiter returned with their drinks, shooting him a glare that said don’t try me again. “Are you ready to order? Did you even look at the menu?”

Evelyn knelt in the sea of blood, body trembling, blood dripping from her shoulder. When he touched her, his hand burned – as if she carried living fire. "Lucien…" she gasped – "I… saw them." "So did I," he whispered, lifting her – "Elyra and Azrael. We are their descendants, their echo." She looked up, eyes flickering red and blue: "No. We are not them. We are the generation that can right their wrongs." Lucien gave a sad smile. "If righting wrongs means spilling blood, are you ready?"

“That’s never happened before.” “No, it hasn’t. But even a deity can see the error of their ways, I suppose. These gifts will be passed down through your line only. Kaden and Liam will each have their own ability that will manifest in its own time, just as Elena’s has.” She explains. “When, not if but when, the next Armageddon comes, because it will, though hopefully not for many generations, your descendants will face it together. No longer will one wolf bear the burden alone.” “Couldn’t she have chosen a different family for the next go-round. Share the wealth so to speak?” The words are out of my mouth before I can pull them back and there is no mistaking the disdain in them.

Is he Zeus? “Descendants? Proposition? Why would I agree to help you now? I fought for my heart, and you took it away anyway. You took my mate.” “We live very long lives, little one. Occasionally we make our way down to Earth to seek love. Those of you with gifts are our descendants. You, for example, have an affinity to fire, you are a descendant of Hephaestus, and Jasper has an affinity to the shadows. He is a descendant of Hades, and Joe, who wields the raw power of lightning, is my descendant.” The God says.

Azariel replied. “It's good to see you all alive. You almost killed them.” She smiled, seemingly lost in thought. My hand folded into a fist at her statement. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “I should have known from his eyes that he was Malachi's descendant,” Michael said, the fireballs disappearing. Meanwhile, the dark-haired one, whom I know as Gaius, stood quietly behind them without saying a word. “I guess you're here to fight the beasts. But this place has been raided, the beasts have been killed. We could feel it from beneath.” Ivana raised a brow.

He grinned, and Ashere clinked her glass with his, her smile as tight as a drum. "Don't pop the champagne yet, Abee." she said. “Malik won’t die easily. “Malik isn’t just going to roll over and die. The guy can’t be killed unless it’s by a descendant of a moon priestess. And as far as I know, they are the only descendants left. And now they’re joined at the hip. How exactly are we supposed to get rid of him?” In the corner, Ange sat quietly, her gaze fixed on her father with an unreadable expression. Alpha Abee gave her a paternal smile, raising his glass toward her.