The Descent Novels & Stories

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

The descent from Floor 12 wasn't a journey; it was a **stampede**. The elevator shafts couldn't hold us. The "Administrative" laws of gravity couldn't contain us. Led by Fenris and the Silver Moon Pack, a thousand "Archived Assets" tore through the floorboards, falling like a multi-genre avalanche toward the base of the MegaNoel Spire. I fell through the dark, my violet Luna-shimmer illuminating the faces of the rebels around me. I saw the rusted knight clinging to a support beam; I saw a cybernetic assassin from a "Cancelled" 2099 thriller diving through the static.

Isang boses na parang pinaghalong bulong ko at ng kanyang sariling boses ang umalingawngaw sa aming utak, direkta mula sa loob ng aking sinapupunan. "Father..." the child spoke through the "Sync," the digital-biological hybrid laughing inside my womb with the exact, multi-layered resonance of Julian Moretti. "The Descent is waiting. Open the gate, or I will burn her from the inside out." (Watch out for Chapter 268) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

“Right. You mentioned this was only fragment one of six and we just fought mutant night-terror number one. Love that for us.” Z-04’s lights flickered. “Deeper fragments resonate below. Secondary lifeforms active.” Jay shivered. “Secondary?” The floor rumbled again. Harder. Dust shook from the ceiling. Lena swayed, clutching Alexander. “That’s… not a secondary anything.” Alexander pulled her closer. “Then we end it before it claws its way up here.” The Descent to the Next Level They found the stairwell at the far end of the hall. Steel steps.

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.

In the flickering light, her face twisted into something monstrous and wild. I was suddenly overcome with a wave of sickness, letting out a cry of agony. I writhed on the ground, but the invisible flames kept burning me. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I curled into a ball on the floor. My voice was raspy, a wild, beast-like roar escaping my lips: "I'm burning up, someone help me, please!" Joanna just stood there, watching with icy detachment, unmoved by my suffering. My friend, Melissa Jones, started shrieking at the top of her lungs, "Oh my gosh! Someone call 911 or something! Wren's got a demon in her!"

Soon, the world around me dimmed, and colors faded. My heartbeat no longer sounded like my own; it was distant, hollow, echoing in some endless pit. Desmond’s voice filled the emptiness, wrapping around me like strong vines. “That’s right,” he whispered, his tone almost tender. “Just let go. It’s easier that way. You were never meant to carry that light.” A cold numbness spread through my limbs. My body no longer felt solid. It was as if the air itself was swallowing me whole. I couldn’t tell if I was standing or falling, only that his voice kept drawing me closer and pulling me under.

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.

It was a dark red that seemed to add to the whole atmosphere. Red so deep it looked like blood, gold so hot it burned the edges of my vision. The center was a pit. Something black and polished, reflecting the bodies above it. Steps spiraled down, wide and shallow, built to be descended slowly, like an invitation to kneel before the space itself. And at the bottom… the heart of it all. A writhing mass of bodies. Skin slick under shifting light, masks glinting, sweat shimmering. People pressed so close I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.

“No. Just angry.” They moved at dusk. The descent was perilous—through icy rock trails, overgrown mine shafts, and half-collapsed tunnels that hadn’t been touched in decades. Eden’s legs burned with every step, her breath fogging as she crouched beside a rusted grate embedded in the earth. “This is the entrance point,” Roman said, prying open the ancient vent. Cold air rushed from the opening, and the sound of distant machinery echoed upward. “No cameras. Probably thought the cliffs were defense enough.”