Descent Book Novels & Stories

My eyes remained on the floor and nodded. The elevator continued its ascent, the silence between us becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second. The elevator doors opened, revealing the corridor leading to Isaac's office. As we stepped out, his secretary followed closely behind him. Isaac's steps on the white marbled tiles were precise and professional. The room was quiet, with only the sound of his shoes breaking the silence. His calculated stride showed his careful approach and attention to detail. I quietly followed their footsteps from behind—trying hard not to make a sound. I want to formally give Isaac the papers and explain the other ideas that I came up with.

His gentle face was framed by long eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows. Ella felt that "handsome" was a pathetically inadequate word to describe the man; he was breathtaking, stunning, utterly captivating. His eyes, pools of sorrow, were hauntingly beautiful, each melancholic gaze piercing her very soul. His nose and lips were sculpted perfection; a delicate, aristocratic beauty that stole her breath away. His gentle face, framed by luxuriously long lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows, possessed an ethereal quality. He was, simply, the most breathtakingly beautiful man she'd ever seen. In her line of work, she encountered many handsome, even sexy men, but this man was different. He radi

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

They learned to balance their responsibilities to their packs with their own desires and aspirations, always finding a way to support and uplift each other. One particular challenge they faced was the return of the Moon Goddess's prophecies. The Moon Goddess had foretold of a great conflict that would test the supernatural world's foundations and threaten to plunge it into chaos. Andrea, as the Moon Goddess Descendant, felt the weight of this prophecy on her shoulders. With Jax by her side, they worked tirelessly to decipher the meaning behind the prophecies and find a way to prevent the impending catastrophe. They consulted with elders, sought guidance from ancient texts, and delved deep in

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

I never truly understood the power Mom and Dad held until they brought me home. Even if the Lawson family multiplied tenfold, they still wouldn't have come close. The estate before me looked like an actual castle, complete with multiple grand gates just to get inside. By some twist of fate, Dad's last name was also Sinclair, so I didn't even have to change mine. The Sinclair family was centuries old, with its influence stretching globally. But for all its wealth and power, it was a bloodline that ran surprisingly thin.

This moment was just between us, and everything about him was so sexy. He pressed up into me, and I tensed again. I was still tender and it hurt. But he never rushed. Stilling inside me and distracting me with his kisses and the bewitching things his hands were doing to my skin as he touched me. Everywhere. Until I relaxed and stretched around him. Taking him in as he pushed up, filling me. He rolled his hips into me over and over again. And I was climbing. Ascending the stairway to the heavens. Walking through the milky way. Seeing the moon and the stars. Then spiraling down to earth as lightning burst through me. And I was clawing, holding onto Kai. Trying to stop myself from fading into b

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

I didn’t even know where I was going, but I kept walking until I got to the creek I had been forbidden to ever go near, since I was a child simply because I would take up too much space and the other kids wouldn't be able to play or swim freely. But just as I was about to take off my shoes and walk in, something…no someone, caught my attention. Xavier, the future Alpha of Mooncrest. He looked so peaceful as he glided through the water. I stayed hidden so as not to disturb him and hoped that he wouldn’t catch my scent but just then he stepped out of the water and I quickly looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks before curiosity got the better of me. I honestly wished the moon goddess would gi