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

I came to see Dr. Mead today. She’s ecstatic about my improvement, and decided to change my prescriptions to something milder. “A healthy dose of romance is all you need, after all,” she had said. 


Our stay at Liam’s apartment has been smooth, considering the unusual circumstances. Each day, we all pile into Liam’s car and head to school together. After classes, he drives us back to the apartment, only to dash off to Chinatown to meet with the hybrids for a while before returning home in time for dinner. 


Anya occasionally takes charge of cooking, if her mood allows it. But most days, we resort to ordering for delivery or dining out. As exams week progresses, I find myself juggling textbooks and notes, studying late into the night. 


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