Descent Books Novels & Stories

“After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!” I stare at her, “What about Jesse?” Rachel raises a brow, “Jesse will realize one day that his place is alwa

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.

Kael’s hand slipping from his. A child holding all eight flames. A woman made of sorrow. A sky that sang. He staggered back. “It’s not a vision,” he murmured. “It’s a choice.” --- The Descent The companion flame shimmered and descended—not falling, but weaving itself downward, lighting a spiral staircase of nothing, stitched by presence alone. Azriel followed. One step. Then another. Each step burned—not the skin, but the soul. The deeper they went, the more real things became.