Descent Books Novels & Stories

She nodded once, her fingers locking onto the grip of her tablet. ​They stepped onto the steel platform. As the safety grates slid shut with a heavy, definitive clang, the elevator began its descent into the dark bedrock of the Sahara, leaving the desert sun behind. ​Fifty chapters were in the books. The Architect had reached the absolute foundation of the Vane legacy. Now, it was time to meet the Prototype.

He heard her defiant gasps, the tremor in her voice a fragile thread against the encroaching darkness. Then, silence. The struggle, muffled but unmistakable, the absence of her voice – a chilling testament to the brutal force arrayed against her. He didn't need to see it; the stench of fear, desperation, and the chemical hung heavy in the night air, a suffocating blanket of dread.

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

"Your wound—" "I can dive." He did not press further. I pulled on my deep-dive suit and ran through the oxygen system and comms equipment several times before climbing into the solo submersible that had carried me for the past eight years. The hatch sealed shut. "Maren, the comms check is clean. You're clear to descend whenever you're ready." Brody's voice came through the headset. "Take me down." The submersible began to sink, dropping past 600 feet, then 1,300, then 2,000.

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

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

“Otherwise, only the elders could have read it.” Ava and I leaned in. The title on the top page read: THE DESCENT OF ALURA: THE WITCH OF THE THOUSAND MOUTHS. I swallowed hard, even on paper, the description sent shivers down my spine. Ava traced the title with her fingertips. “Thousand mouths?” Bonnie nodded grimly, “She lures, seduces, manipulates. Makes others do her dirty work, brings her victims without lifting a finger.” I glanced down at the page, there was a detailed sketch of Alura: a woman with long, tangled black hair, sharp nails and a smoke that looked more like a wound than a mouth.