A. Swandancer

She falls in love with the tempest, with little hope of emerging without a scratch. She decides to relinquish her knowledge of her powers, risking the safety of the world, all in an attempt to erase the memory of a heartbreak. Is she wrong?
Liv Hartwell, a college student with a passion for books over boys, stumbles upon her extraordinary lineage and dormant powers when she crosses paths with Liam Blackthorn in the heart of modern-day New York, where a world of secrets, magic, and enigmatic half-human beasts lies hidden in plain sight—they are the Descendants of the Endless. 
Liv and Liam, two clueless descendants, set off on an electrifying journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the mysteries of mythical creatures and forgotten magic.
Their unexpected friendship ignites a blazing romance, and as their connection deepens, the universe itself quakes in response. Sparks of cosmic turmoil shake the very foundations of reality, threatening to crush their world— unless Liv and Liam learns how to wield their powers and fight for their love.
Descendants Of The Endless is a spellbinding dark fantasy-romance series that unveils a mesmerizing world concealed within the bustling streets of New York City. Born from the union of immortal demigods and humanity, these descendants harbor supernatural knowledge and abilities. Their existence, shrouded in secrecy for centuries, is threatened by a forbidden love story, a potent spell, and an age-old prophecy. Prepare to be captivated by a love that defies destiny and a power that could reshape the universe.

DESCENDANTS OF THE ENDLESS

Taming my dragon isn’t the only thing Piolo plans to teach me. He takes on the task of guiding me to the next level. The joy of flying. 


“It’s just like learning to drive a car… or fly a plane,” Piolo explains as he leads me to the roof of the warehouse. “You’ll get bumps and scratches at first, but once you get the hang of it, you’re good to go.” 


“Sounds easy,” I chuckle. “But is it?” 


“Nah… not in this place we call the concrete jungle. But I’ve learned to navigate the changes in the landscape, since this place was a vast expanse of nothing but fields and forests… to this mess we call the American dream.” He chuckles. “Well… can’t do anything about it, right? It’s progress, so to speak. Certainly not a place for dragons anymore… they never thought we still exist.” 


Flying lessons