The Descendants Mal Novels & Stories

“No, I am a many times removed descendant of a deity.” “Like gives birth to like, you are a deity babe,” Damien says. “And don't sell yourself short. From what you said, each descendant is stronger than the last. You are powerful. Oh, Willow must be out of her mind to have pulled a stunt like this and also losing you,” Fredja crows. “Yeah, she must be very disappointed,” I say.

she inquired. “A lot. They’ve been watching both of us for a long time. Anyways, back to the hunters. The hunters were created to eradicate a line of people. It’s called the Esther line. Over the years, several lines of shifters, including vampires, were created and failed to do it. You and I are both direct descendants of our specific line of hunters. Jonas is a direct descendant of Esther.” I moved my hand up her back to cup the back of her neck so I could pull her down a little until her forehead was against mine. “He’s the last of Esther’s line. Just like you, me, and Galen are the last of our lines. I recently found out that the attack that took my parents' lives also left several child

"This Oasis of Terra-genesis, is the lake of the gods which only appears to descendants who have not yet crossed into adulthood and are yet unable to control their power, wherever they may be. The water itself manifests the descendants' uncontrollable power in an attempt to subdue the mass of power that is generated from the young descendants by creating a battle in their body and minds. It is then up to them to fight and take control of what power is left in them. For each descendant their training is different. Bruce, for example, has no need to enter the lake. His power controls the earth and the sky, therefore the earth is more of an anchor for him. What amazes me the most is that Malia

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

says Brent. “Oh come on,” says Damion, exasperated, “The suspense is killing me. Spill the beans already.” Brent looks at Lilia and then Lilia looks at Tyrus and Damion, “It’s me. I am the descendant.” There is pin-drop silence in the room as Damion and Tyrus gape at Lilia open-mouthed. Lilia knows that they are finding it hard to believe. When it comes to it, she herself couldn’t completely believe it yet.

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

It was older, more deteriorated, its hull eaten away by ten years of saltwater corrosion. A research submersible. My son Robb’s submersible. Griffin's craft, in its final descent, had come to rest right beside where my son had died. They were together at last. Father and son, side by side, in the dark of this abyss. "Maren?" I had gone quiet for too long. Brody's voice came through the headset, careful and tentative. "Are you okay? Are you in position?" "I am." I stared at the two wrecks lying next to each other and did not speak for a long time. Finally, I activated the mechanical arm, and the salvage operation began.

He is quite picky and strict with every one of us, but Lucia and I have always been at each other's neck since the day I was born. We don’t know what happens to the other elders before us. Dad has lived on this earth for several centuries as he is one of the first true bloods, descendants of Endymion and Selene. While he plots to steal the golden throne, he has also been busy frolicking with as many women as he desires. His kids are scattered all around the world, they are either forced to leave when other kids arrive, or Dad doesn’t have any use for them anymore. Some were banished for daring to betray or challenge Dad, so we have no idea how many we are.

He leaned his cane against the desk and limped over to another chair, sitting across from me. The room was silent for a long moment. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing, because every time I tried to inhale, I would see those eyes that were so much like my own and I would wonder—could it be? “I’ll start at the beginning,” he said. “And I’d ask you to let me get through most of it before you ask questions. Some of it will be difficult to hear.” I nodded mutely. Terence explained that his family were Lycan descendants. They had been for centuries, the bloodline running back to Aurelie before the war tore everything apart. They kept it quiet, ut of necessity, of course.