Novel & Cerita The Descendants Mal

“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.”

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.”

Avery looked at Lydia in the back seat. Lydia sighed and nodded her head. ”Because if he has information but keeps it hidden, then he’s putting his entire family in danger.” My eyes widened. ”What do you mean?” I asked her. They knew something and hadn't told me. ” Malia's cousin is a descendant from the first vampire that ever existed. She’s powerful and has been seeking revenge on the people who turned her cousin, meaning you and your family. If Malia tells her that you two are mates, she might have the leverage she needs.”

All I wanted was to release my anger, and since Gisselle was the next best thing, next to Maliyla, she would have to take what I had to give. "Fuck, this bitches mouth feels good," I mind-linked Nick; he nodded in agreement. Following that, Nick asked, "What do you want me to do?" "I need you to check if Maliyla is at the Crystal Blood Pack. If she is, bring her back here. I don't care how, I need her," I groaned as I was close to reaching my peak. "What's so special about her?" Nick asked as he thrust harder into Gisselle. With one last thrust, I came undone. "Maliyla is a descendant of the Odulf bloodline," I told him as I watched Gisselle lick every drop off me.

“Good because Quinn and Malin just let me know that Silas and Tamsyn are on their way up and I messaged Mom to let her know that Torin can come any time he’s ready.” “We should call King Ailduin. Maybe he can help to answer some of their questions.” “A wonderful idea,” he says, going to the conference phone that’s sitting on the table. “This is King Ailduin,” he answers. “King Ailduin, this is Cayden Holstin. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve found several dragon descendants and we’re going to be meeting with them shortly to explain to them what they are and what it means to be descended from dragons.”

“Then you be joyed because soon we shall have even more lands to add to ours.” Perci frowned, his brows dropping so low that they almost touched his lashes. “Dymas has returned from the north.” “The dragon descendants?” “They do not have dragon blood, they have no intention of straightening our army. They murder our women and children.” “My lord, I foresaw this when I begged that we do not intermarry with them.”

Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”

Makakapagpahinga na sana ako pero itong ugok na pinsan ko may saltik pa rin sa ulo. "You can't blame me Jay. You are the only female descendant in the Hambre clan, and you and Tito Justin are the only soldiers left in our family except lolo. Even we don't bring the name but we care. If only your mother was still alive," seryosong sabi niya. Biglang bumagsak ang balikat ko ng binanggit niya si mama sa usapan.

“The descendants were hidden.” The realization slowly began forming. Draven continued. “They were scattered among ordinary packs.” “No royal titles.” “No special recognition.” “No obvious signs.” “Generation after generation.” “So no enemy could destroy them.” Aria’s pulse quickened. She already knew where this conversation was heading. Yet part of her desperately hoped she was wrong. “You’re saying her descendants survived?” Draven looked directly at her. “Yes.” The word echoed through the chamber. Simple. Certain. Terrifying. Silence followed.

And there it was: “When the blood of the Bathory meets the blood of the True Sun, the bond shall twist upon itself. Maker and made shall reflect each other, and the leash shall break. The Bathory blood. Mine. And the True Sun the first human line touched by sunlight, cursed to walk both paths. The line of Vlad. I thought it was a myth. I’d killed for it, searched for it, burned cities for it. And now, by chance or fate I’d turned one of his descendants. Dennise Morsoon. Descendant of Vlad the Blessed, the first daywalker. I dropped the book, realization slamming into me. She wasn’t just another fledgling. She was the one my ancestors feared the key that could end our kind or crown it. And