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 awaken to the piercing sunlight that bathes my room, momentarily disoriented, as I find myself sprawled on the floor instead of my bed. Last night’s emotional storm had left me drained, and I must have dozed off amidst the tempest of feelings. 


I scramble to my feet and make my way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeting me like an old friend. Sarah and Anya are already at the breakfast counter, their voices a faint hum of conversation. Sarah, with her usual honesty, doesn’t mince words. 


“Good morning, Liam,” she greets me with a half-smile. “You look like a wreck.” 


Anya jumps in with a quick offer, ever the considerate soul. “I think you need a caffeine fix... shall I get you a cuppa?” 


I nod, grateful for the lifeline. “Yes, please. Thanks.” 


“So—are you really leaving for Chicago today?” Sarah inquires, her curiosity piqued. 


Coming home