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…
Bestselling
author Destiny Hawkins brings you the second installment of a
gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a
society that doesn't accept the weak...or the defective.
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EXCERPT ONE
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 with 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.
EXCERPT TWO
I jumped over logs, roots, and was cut by a few loose branches but had created distance in between him and me. I didn’t come to a stop until my tired legs finally gave out, and I doubled over while trying to catch my breath. Inhaling, I leaned back against a tree, resting.
“I was wondering when you would stop running,” I heard someone say in my ear.
My eyes shot open, and I slowly turned my head to the left to find the gods son standing only inches away from me with his arms crossed over his chest and his shoulder leaning against the tree.
I gasped and quickly moved away from him, almost stumbling backwards again. The only reason that I didn’t fall was because he had quickly flashed over to me and clamped his hands down over my shoulders, holding me up. The lime green light trail he left behind finally caught up to him.
Right, he has all three abilities.
“Wow, you really don’t have the hang of this, do you?” he chuckled.
I frowned and yanked myself out of his grip, stumbling again, but not falling.
“Whoa, whoa.” He raised his hands up in front of him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I opened my mouth to speak but hadn’t gathered any words together, so nothing came out. The sound of a dog barking startled me, and I quickly shut my mouth, then moved out of the way as the dog ran past me and to his owner.
“Hey boy, you finally caught up.” The strange man kneeled down on one knee and pet his little friend for a moment with his eyes still focused on me. A moment later, he stood upright.
I was getting ready to run back the way that I came, but his unusual green eyes held me in place. Not to mention that I couldn’t help but notice the crisscrossed designs on his chest dimming out like a fading light.
“Are you alright?” the man asked. As he took a step forward, I took a step back. He seemed okay ― normal even, but I wasn’t sure that I could trust him. Of course, I couldn’t. I didn’t even know him. “Can you speak?”
I gave a slow nod. “You’re…”
“Soren.” He nodded. “My name is Soren, and my dog’s name is Cane. What’s yours?”
I cleared my throat. “I wasn’t asking you for your na－”
“You were going to say that I’m a gods child? Yeah, and you’re a lighter from Lytonia. I guess we’re enemies now, huh? Although, you don’t look like you’ll be much of a challenge for me.” Soren chuckled.
My eyes widened in fear, and I quickly stepped back with raised fists. I wasn’t sure what I could do against him, but I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. A very pitiful, pitiful fight.
Soren sighed with a slight smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Then,” I slightly relaxed my shoulders, but held my guard. “What are you going to do with me?”
Soren pushed a few curls back. “Nothing. I just saw you watching me and thought that I’d come meet you.”
My stomach dropped. “But, why?”
“To convince you not to tell anyone of what you saw.” Soren may have smiled, but I could hear the seriousness behind his words. Defects like him liked to keep themselves hidden. Lytonians weren’t the only people that wanted to harm them.
EXCERPT THREE
I let my hand drop to my side and began walking but didn’t even make it a few feet before hearing twigs and leaves crunching on my left. When I turned my head to see who or what it was, I froze, and my lips parted to inhale.
Oh, no.
Psycho had also stopped walking when he spotted me, looking almost as shocked as I was. If he were any regular guy that I’d spotted in the forest, I would have blushed at his handsomeness. I couldn’t see him as well the first night that we met, but now that I was looking at him in the brightness of the day, I couldn’t stop staring. The sun rays shining down on him only made it harder for me to turn away, but when my eyes landed on the Life Stones dangling from around his neck, I frowned.
A slow and devious grin crept up Psycho’s lips. “Found you.”
Right as I started to run, white lighting blasted from Psycho’s fingertips. He didn’t expect me to slide under it, roll to my feet, and continue running. I was experienced in having others try and use their powers to keep me from escaping, so I naturally knew how to get around some things.
I heard crackles of lightning slicing through the air behind me, barely missing me by a hair each time. Splinters of wood exploded from the trees, warning me not to slow down. Psycho was probably more experienced in chasing his victims than I was in running from my attackers, so I had to consider that he was leading me in the direction that I was going.
I wanted to stop and turn but changing direction would be dangerous. I could turn right, making myself an easier target, I could go in the opposite direction, giving him a few seconds time to zap me, or I could just charge at him and catch him by surprise. He was just an elem. It was the brights that I had a hard time fighting against, since they were so fast and strong, but Psycho－
Fire roared past my face, causing me to slide to a stop. I wasn’t paying attention and had almost been burned. The heat of the flame kept me from running through it, making me think back to Artemis and his hot iron rods. I couldn’t believe that my thoughts of being burned again had hindered me from escaping. I had run through fire plenty of times before, patting off the fire patches as I got away, but this time I couldn’t move. Artemis had done something to my mind, causing me freeze in fear.
Destiny
Hawkins is a multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love
for magic.
She
enjoys working on her graphic designing business : Vibrant
Designs LLC, writing, listening to music, reading, and of course
watching some anime! Her favorite genres to read and work in are
Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi, and young
adult.
Destiny
loves creating stories and building worlds that both teach and
entertain! When writing she sticks to her slogan: Where beauty can be
found in darkness.
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