The
Descendants
The
Descendants Series Book 1
by
Destiny Hawkins
Genre:
Dark Fantasy
Fail
the tests and become a slave. Display defectiveness and be put to
death.
Monroe
Academy was built to separate the weak from the strong. Pass the
biyearly leveling and be released into society upon graduation. Fail
to be promoted and be stripped of rank and forced into
servitude.
That
was a rule that applied to all but Rayah Bardeau. A student of Monroe
Academy, branded as a Null because of her absence of Lighter energy.
With her mother standing as a slave in her place, Rayah was given
until the age of twenty to make level six, but at nineteen-years-old
and with only eight months until her twentieth birthday, she was only
a mere level one. The same level she’s been since she was
ten.
With
the stress of her upcoming test, the loss of a friend, and the
constant wrongdoings towards her, Rayah could only dream of escaping
from Lytonia, and escape she did. Only, when she awakened in her
dorm, she couldn’t distinguish if she had only dreamt of meeting
Soren, a wild and adventurous defect in the Wild Lands, or if she had
somehow used her Lighter Form to get there.
But
only the elite ― the most powerful of Lighters ― could tap into
their Lighter Forms. Right?
And
what was the dark energy she used when she and Soren were attacked by
Depleters? Was Rayah really as powerless as she thought? Was she a
defect? And if she used dark energy, could she call herself a Lighter
at all?
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dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that
doesn't accept the weak...or the defective.
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Gone.
One minute Tristan was here, and the next he wasn’t. Only two days ago we
watched the two moons rise, and it was only two days ago when we almost kissed,
but this morning he was taken away from me, and I will never see him again.
Once a student was made into a slave, it was forbidden for them to ever see
their friends or family again, and that was exactly what Tristan was going to
be transitioned into in only a few hours. They were going to strip him of his
rank, disregard that he was born into the Vex class, and put a collar around
his neck that could kill him at the push of a button.
This
morning two officers marched into Tristan’s dorm and dragged him out. I stood
there, shocked, as he kicked and screamed, begging for a second chance. He was
a level five Vex, which would have been alright if he hadn’t turned twenty
today.
At
the age of twenty, a student of Monroe Academy was to be tested on their
lighter abilities and hopefully advanced up to level six. Ever since Tristan was
enrolled ten years ago, he’d never had trouble leveling up, but this time he
struggled to get his powers to strengthen. This time, the council didn’t
believe him strong enough to earn a level six patch, and now he had to serve
his nation in another way. He had to serve the high class Vexes and ensure
their happiness. The happier the people, the lower the chances of there ever
being chaos in our world again.
At
least that’s what we were taught.
The
navy-blue leather suit I was wearing grew hot as I walked down the hall towards
my dorm. All I could think about was the terrified look on Tristan’s face as he
was dragged away. We had only made eye contact for a moment, but in that
moment, I remembered the night he told me that the council had leveled him up and
were going to send him his level six patch to his dorm. They usually gave them
out right away, but Tristan said that they’d somehow run out and had to order
more. Now I knew that he was only lying keep me from worrying on our last night
together, but I wished that he would’ve told me. I wished that I would’ve been
prepared for the aching pain growing in my chest.
My
throat burned as a few of the other students passed me by, giving me dirty
looks. I was sure that most of them had blamed me for Tristan’s failure. I was
a Null after all. Someone that couldn’t produce even a speck of light. We were
lighters, citizens of the Lighter Nation and beings that could produce an
energy－a light－that was
taught to be used as a weapon to protect our nation from any outside enemies.
Lighters had to be strong, disciplined, and hard workers. If one couldn’t reach
their required level at a certain age, then they were done for. Given up on,
and there were no second chances. At least for everyone else. I was the only
student ever given another opportunity to level up, but at a cost that would
forever weigh on my conscience.
The
dorm hall had oddly cleared as I neared my door. I barely even took notice to
how the few students still lingering averted their eyes from me. Maybe they
thought that any contact with a Null would hinder them from advancing to the
next level, or maybe they all recognized the haunted expression on my face and
couldn’t bear to look. Many had lost loved ones to our glorious society and
could have been all too familiar with the expression. One where the face paled
and the eyes brimmed with tears, reddening before the droplets even fell.
Finally
arriving to my door, I swiped my card through the slot on the wall and waited
for the door to slide open. As soon as it did, I felt myself being roughly
shoved inside and fell onto my hands and knees. Before I could even get up, an
arm wrapped around my throat, tightening so that not a drop of air could get
through, and when I heard the door slide shut behind me, alarms began to blare
in my mind. This was bad. Really bad. Not only would screaming for help be
ineffective, but I couldn’t fight my attacker either.
“I
told you that I would get you alone, didn’t I? Fucking Null.”
The
Calling
The
Descendants Series Book 2
She
was given a second chance to prove that she could fall in line, but
with her lack of power, that would be impossible.
Rayah's
entire life, she'd always been different from everyone else, and in
Lytonia, being different was treated as a crime, but in her case, she
was granted a pass.
In
only a few months, she had to present her abilities to the council
and prove to them that she was worthy of walking the halls of Monroe
Academy, but Artemis, her tormentor and superior officer, would stop
at nothing to keep her from excelling. Being powerless and not
proving herself meant that she would be transitioned into a slave,
and Artemis would become her master.
What
Rayah realized was that she wasn't as powerless as she thought. For
weeks she had been able to do things that only the elite lighters
could do, and even though this meant that she was strong, it made her
more different than she could have ever imagined. Rayah went from
being weak to possibly being as strong as a Gods Daughter, and she
couldn’t tell anyone.
The
standard colors of a Lytonians powers are white, royal blue, and
turquoise blue.
Hers
were black…
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society that doesn't accept the weak...or the defective.
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I
clenched my teeth as I readied myself to suffer from the agonizing burn of the
hot iron rod. Artemis seemed to enjoy this method of torture over all the
others since my burns didn’t heal as fast as my cuts or bruises. He kept me
strapped down to a spiked chair that drew blood from my bottom, legs, back, and
arms, and I thought that after losing so much, he would release me over to the
nurses, but since my small puncture wounds only took a few seconds to restore
back to normal, he felt no need. Like I hadn’t lost enough blood just yet.
Soon
though, the major would have no choice but to send me to medical. The more
stress that my body endured, the harder it worked itself to heal, which meant
that I’d eventually fall unconscious from exhaustion. I was supposedly the only
student in the academy that could heal this fast, but it worked out for me
since I was bullied and forced to endure the worst kinds of pain testing.
Major
Artemis St. James smiled as he placed the visibly hot end of the rod against
the side of my neck. I grunted and shook in the chair, excruciating pain
spreading from my neck and down my shoulder, as I tried to keep from crying
out. I simply didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
Although if I did, that might have been just what I needed to do in order for
him to go easy on me, but I was stubborn. I wasn’t going to show him weakness
no matter how well he thought he knew me.
Artemis
pulled the iron from my neck and pushed his long black hair back. “You’re still
trying to play tough, Rayah,” he sighed. His piercing blue eyes stared into
mine, sending chills down my spine in the heated room. “But I can see through
your act. You tried this when you were a child, remember?” He walked back to
the fire pit and pulled out a second rod, flinging the old one to the ground
with a clang. “But I’ve always found a way through that wall you put up.” He
raised the rod into the air and gazed at it in awe, then slowly turned his head
to face me. “You’re still the same little girl.”
My
heart pounded against my chest. I didn’t know what he was planning, but I knew
that it would be painful. I wanted to beg for him to stop, but my mouth
wouldn’t open. I just kept it shut with my teeth clenched, hoping that I
wouldn’t crack any.
Artemis
slowly walked in my direction with the hot end still raised, then stopped in
front of me with a smirk on his face and a strange glimmer in his eyes. He
reminded me so much of someone else that I knew, but I couldn’t think of who at
the moment, and when he leaned down to level with me, I stopped thinking all
together.
“You
look so much like your mother,” he said before using his free hand to release
my dark hair out its bun. “But act so much like someone I knew…” My hair fell
in waves over my shoulders. “I prefer it down.” His own long hair hung by the
sides of his face. To others he was considered a very handsome man, but to me
he looked disgusting. I hated his face, his smile, his smell —everything
about him. “Why do you look so afraid now,
Rayah?” he asked as he grabbed my chin. “I thought that you were tough?”
My
eyes widened as he slowly brought the rod towards me. “Don’t,” I nearly
whimpered, flinching away.
Artemis
chuckled as he continued to bring it closer to my cheek, and when I flinched
again, he grabbed me by my neck and slammed the back of my head against the
chair, but not hard enough for the spikes to do any serious damage besides
drawing more blood.
Once
the iron rod was close enough for me to feel the sizzling heat from it, I
whimpered, and when it was pressed against my cheek …I screamed.
Destiny Hawkins is a
multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love for magic.
She enjoys cooking,
running, swimming, listening to music, reading, and of course
watching anime filled with fantasy! Her favorite genres to read and
work in are Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi,
and young adult. After three years of writing she has published
almost 20 books and she has many more coming!
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