Descent Novels & Stories

"I’m too much 'them' now. If I touch the Heart, the system will identify me as a virus and purge the sector." Jax looked at his hands—scarred, trembling, and stained with the Red Logic. "I'm barely human myself, Lyra," he rasped. "You're human enough to care," she whispered, touching his cheek. Her hand felt like a cool breeze and a static shock all at once. "That's the only variable they can't calculate." The Descent They entered the Tree. The interior wasn't wood; it was a cathedral of glowing fibers and humming amber sap. As they descended toward the core, the gravity began to shift. Up became down, and the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and ancient

The ground responded. ⸻ The Descent The stone shifted. Not away — but down. It sank, groaning, revealing a narrow spiral staircase carved into the hill’s core. Each step was wet with lichen. Each wall bore the burn-marks of a long-dead flame. She descended with her lantern lit low, senses stretched thin. After thirty steps, the tunnel opened into a chamber. And at its center… Stood a tree. No taller than a human. White-barked. Hollow at its core. Its roots grew not into soil, but into stone, threading through bones, skulls, and ancient totems.

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.

He always has it when he's about to unbutton my shirt and let his friends gawk at my big boobs. He's younger than I by a year, but he stands six feet two with broad shoulders. He had a perfect shift by thirteen. He was the first boy born of two Purebred, Alpha blood. Everyone saw him as the flawless Alpha heir, but all I saw was a monster. “My mom said dreams come true when you back them up with real effort. You really think I’d ever let you have something I’ve worked my ass off for and still haven’t gotten?” Desmond finally let go of my neck when he noticed that I was unable to breathe and pushed me to the stony wall. His dark brown eyes were spitting rage as our gazes locked.

Sade “Trent,” I moaned his name. “Shh, just let it go. It’s going to make what comes next a lot easier. Let go. Give in to the need.” His mouth moved to kiss my neck. His finger kept moving, sliding in and out, making my body slick with need. I could feel a strange, beautiful spiral of deliciousness spreading out over my limbs, making me gasp and moan. I moved my hand to his back, scraping my nails down his flesh and squeezing one very nice chunk of ass. I felt him jerk, his erection pressing against me through his underwear.

Forrester was out cold, unconscious and vulnerable, so I wasn't even sure how we were going to get rid of this thing. "Where are you, little one?" He raised a skeletal finger, its bone-like protrusion gleaming darkly, and started pointing it at everyone, scanning the terrified faces. "There'ssss no need to be ssscared, I only want to sssee you, abomination." Damien, who had been moving stealthily towards the creature, stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locking with mine, and my heart picked up speed, a frantic drum against my ribs, recognizing the chilling implication of the word.

I spent the next couple of days just resting and doing some research on witches and magic so that I could get a better understanding of it all. During my research I found out that the affinity you have all depends on what your ancestors had before you. So all fire witches have fire witches for ancestors. In the beginning when you could have multiple affinities, yet again not all witches could but if your ancestors did then you were more likely to have aswell. This is why it is still baffling witches to this day how that dwindled down to just one affinity.

Fear started creeping into my whole body as I stood up and walked towards the door. I gently opened the doorknob and thank God it was not locked. I started wandering into the halls of this house. I see a staircase and I immediately went down, damn this house is so big. The interior design is a combination of Grey and White. "Hello!! Is anybody in here?!!" I shouted. I just got off the stairs and I look around and damn the interior design is so beautiful and elegant. A good combination of both white and grey. Then I heard a familiar voice,