The Descendants Series by Destiny Hawkins - Book Tour + Giveaway
The Descendants
The Descendants Series Book 1
by Destiny Hawkins
Genre:
Dark Fantasy
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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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!
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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I like the cover
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