Descent Novels & Stories

Tragedy Romance | Dubcon | Grief | Power Imbalance | Explicit Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent, grief-based emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough handling, dominance/submission themes. . . . The rain was biblical...sheets of it blurring the mountain road, drowning the headlights. She should’ve stayed home. But Vesper Wynne didn’t know how to sit still anymore. Not since her sister died. She wasn’t watching the curves as she should’ve been, and by the time the second turn came, it was too late.

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

I couldn't believe that the hem of my dress and shoes were covered in mud. Then I laid eyes on the car. The driver of that Black Bugatti splashed water mixed with mud over me. 'Couldn't he slow down after the heavy rain?' My thoughts were completely overshadowed by this breathtakingly handsome guy who peeped through the window of the car. I never knew a guy could be this good looking, but my admiration for him ended with the words I heard coming out of his mouth.

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are th

The elevator doesn't hum. It whispers. A low, hydraulic hiss that vibrates through the soles of my feet. We are descending. Past the wine cellar. Past the foundation. Down into the bedrock of the cliff itself. I count the seconds. One. Two. Three. Ten. We are deep. Too deep.

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It would hurt much less to be in a perpetual, hellish torment as flames licked my skin, blistering it as the colour changed to that of well-cooked flesh, before ultimately turning to ash and falling from my bones. With the heavy metallic essence of blood clinging to the air as though it was on life-support, Mum’s body violently shook with her sobs as they took over any other ability to move, small whimpering sounds escaped from her lips. Mum's makeup was usually completely flawless, regularly maintained throughout the day to stay impeccable, but I noticed that now it was badly streaked from her tears. Under the Niagra Falls of tears, I could see the red blotchy skin and puffy tired eyes from

Looks like Nathania managed to provoke the anger of the devil who has been known as a very frightening murder weapon. Aiden stared at the girl in front of him with anger, Nathania's scent was getting more and more piercing on his nose. Aiden knew exactly that this scent was not an ordinary human scent. Yes, in his whole life, the only time he smelled this scent was when he and his family visited Lithonia. This scent was the scent of the descendants of the gods.

she releases Mukura’s cheeks and departs. “Well, granny believes I can do it, maybe I can! And what was her name again?” she searches in her mind if they ever exchanged names, “I did ask but why is the name not in my head? Have I become so ill-mannered!?” She continues the war and heads to the cave of mysteries to continue her journey. The cave is cold and too dark for her to see and in the dark, she shuts her eyes exhales in deeply and breathes out loudly and focuses on the place where she would like to go. Slowly, the coldness begins fading with her body heating up slowly. Her body loosens up and she slowly opens up her eyes and she see herself in the middle of dead human bodies with bite

Andy quickly rushed over and looked at Terry with a frown. "Isn't it obvious?" Jane glared at me as she gritted her teeth. "This witch must have run to another man the moment she left Boulder Pack. Otherwise, how could a lowly orphan like her possibly pass the screening for the banquet meant for the Lycan King's heir?" Jane's eyes moved between Terry and me, her face full of contempt. "Milly, how shameless can you get?! You'd do anything just to get into the Lycan King's pack!"