Latoya Hunt

"Never be weak, never be a victim."

When the 'Forgotten' becomes the 'Unforgettable'. 


Destiny’s mother ran from their ancestral home before she was even born.

She's the heir to not only one but two powerful bloodlines.

Eighteen years ago, the actions of her parents, which created both life and death, follow Destiny like a looming shadow. With a promise, a mark, and her only family heirloom, she returns to the place that started it all.

In the town called Rosewood within the land of Nebula.

Like her female ancestors before her, the stakes are high, and the odds are not in her favor.

But Destiny is unlike those who preceded her.

Destiny’s Tough.
Ruthless when Necessary.
And refuses to be the victim of unfairness.

She's coming for everything her family lost.

She's returning to reclaim and rebuild a once-powerful dynasty that the entire land of Nebula once feared.

But who is Destiny?

She's the child destined for greatness.


Follow along on the journey of a young woman who's on the path of reconstruction, self-discovery, and self-acceptance

And maybe, just maybe, she's got what it takes to break the chains of oppression binding others like her.

The Hawthorne Heir

"ROME! B! MYSTIC! DANNY!" I scream. Ancestors, these kids will be the death of me. 


"Good morning, Luna," Kendra's sweet voice mumbled. She's a young witch and my very first student at the school. 


I made Kendra my assistant once she had graduated, but she insisted she wanted to help me around the house too and I didn't have the will to crush her determination. 


The Hawthorne Coven has grown over the last few years. My girls look out for each other as sisters and that's all I can ask for. 


"Hey Kendra," I replied, offering her a beaming smile; a blush appeared on her porcelain skin. How cute. “Sweetheart, could you go and wake up Tyler's children please," I grumbled, sighing in frustration. 


"Glad to know they're just mine, " Tyler's sexy, yet raspy morning voice whispers in my ear. 


"Morning, Alpha, " Kendra squeaks, bolting out the kitchen. 


EPILOGUE PART TWO