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

The air between us holds a certain weight, an unspoken tension that hangs in the stillness of the room. “Hey, are you going home to Chicago for Thanksgiving?” I venture, my tone casual but carrying a hidden hope that he isn’t. 


He considers for a moment, head tilting slightly. “Not sure about that. How can I leave with everything that’s going on right here?” There’s a gravity in his voice, echoing my own concerns. 


“You think you can do something about it by staying? We don’t even know what we’re actually up against,” I scoff. “I’m going home… even for just a day. But are you really staying?” 


“I’d rather be where I’m needed. And that’s not Chicago. I’m guessing your dad wants you to be there for the holidays, huh?” he inquires, sensing the undertones in my question. 


A nightcap to remember