Descent Book Novels & Stories

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

Lucille answered him as she tucked her hands into her pockets. "What do you mean?" "You see Calvin, we don't get to choose our own destinies. Fate is a bitch and well, she has brought you to us." "I need to understand" Calvin almost yelled in impatience. "What are you trying to say?" "The Pentagon is a group of werewolves who are leaders of different Packs. They call us Alphas. I am one. Rufus is another, so is Mark and Phiri... Well, she's the seer of our time" Lucille began to explain. "Any werewolf not in any of our Packs are referred to as Rogues. The corpse we're looking for - Roman. He was the Grand Alpha. He was the most powerful werewolf and he was the head of The Pentagon. Here's th

could she be in a heat cycle? Thinking of this, Eric couldn't help but shudder. Stolen Heaven. A high-class nightclub Eric did not dare to break into; fortunately, the last time Vincent gave him a membership card, which was only kept in his wallet, he unexpectedly had the opportunity to use it today. When you enter the back, stand in front of the reception desk and show your membership card, from the waiter receives instructions to go straight inside. The corridor lights come in incredibly dark, cold, and slightly blue. Each booth is tightly closed, isolating the outside world.

Dripping. I muttered a curse and sat down hard on the edge of the couch, elbows on knees, hands buried in my face. This wasn’t about want. This was a fuck-up spiraling. I should’ve killed him. And yet—here I was. —— He came out twenty minutes later. Barefoot. Damp. Towel slung low on his hips, barely clinging to his sharp fucking bones. His chest still gleamed under the soft light, pale from the cold, nipples hard, hair flattened to his skull.

My legs trembled as I rose, knees weak from the kneel and the heat pooling in my core. Fingers fumbling behind my back, I tugged the zipper of my gown down inch by inch, the fabric whispering against my skin before pooling at my feet like shed inhibitions. I kicked it aside, standing exposed in nothing but lace panties and bra, my nipples already straining against the thin material, pussy lips slick and swollen beneath the damp crotch. Damian's gaze devoured me, hungry and possessive, raking from my heaving tits down to the quiver in my thighs.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I rolled my eyes when Jackson refused to answer and focused on his food and phone. Ten minutes later, we finished breakfast, and I spent an additional ten minutes cleaning the kitchen and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I loved the modern amenities in Jackson’s cabin. At Eden, most of the tasks were done by hand. We were forced to wash dishes and clothes by hand, but now, everything is done with a push of the button. Which got me wondering what the true point of Eden was. The Elders claimed it was to help preserve our race, but the only thing Eden seemed successful at preserving was the oppression of breeders. Why would they intentionally make our lives difficult? Why wouldn’t they bet

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

*** Raven did not linger. *** She moved. *** Not toward the war room. Not toward the throne. *** Down. *** ### The Descent Deep beneath Valros, past the chambers of stone and memory, past the wards layered over centuries, there was a place few had seen. Older than the kingdom. Older than the throne. *** The sanctum. *** The air there did not feel like air. It felt like something waiting. *** Victoria followed without question. As did Lirael. Veyrin came as shadow.