The Descent Novels & Stories

"The 'experiment' ended the second you started bleeding the Moon." The figure tilted its head, a sickening sound of grinding metal echoing from its throat. "The Lunar Descent is not an end, Jax. It is a hard reset. The biosphere is cluttered. We are simply... I’m defragmenting." The Clash of Logic and Life

🏔️ Chapter Sixteen: The Freefall and the Final Claim . ​The descent was an act of sheer, desperate madness, the cliff face above me still scarred and smoking from the magical detonation of the Null-Anchor. I had bought time, but the Iron Peaks fortress, built deep into the heart of the inhibiting rock, loomed below, a black, brutal cage in the paling light of dawn.

NOW YOU WILL REPLACE IT. The chasm inhales. --- **The Descent** We fall. Not into darkness-into *memory*. The void peels back, revealing a forest of towering mushrooms, their caps glowing with bioluminescent veins. The air is thick with spores that taste of iron and regret. Eden coughs, his shadowy pool spreading like ink in water. "Where...?" "Not where," I say. "*When*." The mushrooms part. A village emerges, huts built from sinew and bone. Figures move-humanoid, but their skin is bark, their eyes hollow pits filled with fireflies. They hum as they work, butchering a creature that is all teeth and too many eyes.

Nick’s POV “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re now beginning our final descent and will be landing shortly at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. Cabin crew, please prepare the cabin for arrival.” The pilot’s voice pulled me out of sleep. Sunlight streamed through the window, and when I glanced down, the towering buildings of the city came into view. I sat up straight, adjusting my seat from its recline. Moments later, we landed safely. As we waited for the doors to open, I slipped my phone out of my pocket.

Just when everyone thought Jason would surrender, he rushed to the window and jumped out, dragging Jean after him. With a loud bang, the bomb exploded in mid-air, turning both of them to ash. … In the Underworld, I clutched my ticket and waited for my number to be called. Beside me, the elevator leading to the Fields of Punishment arrived. The doors slid open. I watched as two familiar figures were dragged into the elevator by the guards. I could hear Jason mumbling, "Will I see Chelsea in my next life?" All he got in reply was silence. My gate opened. I stepped through without hesitation. May we never meet again in our next life.

The chilly weather of September nipped at my skin as I leaned on the balcony while staring up at the sky. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" I jumped and quickly turned around, seeing a man who looked in his early twenties, starring up at the sky. Even with his mask on, I could tell he was gorgeous with a sharp jaw and high cheeks bones that made him more handsome. His eyes were the prettiest color a pale light blue like the ocean and green and light gray flecks around his orbs. Pale blue eyes Green and silver specks. Holy... This was Iñigo Callan!

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

Huntington's had made a fortune with Desir and with numerous collaborations with other big companies, Desir had the foremost rank in the business world. Monroe stopped right outside the bustling crowd with sweaty hands. How was she supposed to apply with such a jam? It was so crowded that Monroe couldn't see the banner of the company. Getting a pamphlet was like reaching for the moon. Standing there for more than forty minutes, Monroe felt helpless at the situation. At this rate she will not get her hand on anything today. But maybe god took mercy on her and a familiar person's voice reached her ears. "Miss Monroe?" The nasally voice asked Monroe from behind. Monroe turned to face Mr. Freyer

One misstep, and we would fall into the darkness below. "Stay close together," I said. "Watch your footing. And don't look down." We descended slowly, our backs pressed against the rock wall, our feet finding the worn steps with careful precision. The cold air rose from the chasm, carrying the faint sound of dripping water and the distant clank of chains. The descent was treacherous. The steps were uneven, some crumbling under the weight of our feet. Loose stones skittered over the edge, disappearing into the darkness without a sound. I gripped the rock wall, my fingers cramping, my heart pounding.

The maimed herald in the rift began reconstituting its arm by absorbing magma bubbling up from the depths, but we gave it no time to complete its regeneration. Lawrence grasped me by the waist with his uninjured arm and leaped straight into the open mouth of the fracture with me in his hold. Our descent was a free fall down a vertical throat five hundred meters deep. Living rock walls blurred past us, cracked and streaked with veins of incandescent sulfur. I unfurled my phoenix fire wings behind me in a powerful beat that slowed our momentum, setting us gently down upon a natural platform of black basalt jutting out into the Great Subterranean Abyss.