Descent (The Immortal Chronicles, #1)
By Sloane Murphy
Release Date: August 9th
Six hundred years after The Outbreak, the human population stand side by side with the Fae & the
Vampyrs to stop the Demon King from starting a second Dark War.
Seventeen year old Adelaide Tate is in her last year of the Academy, with her eyes set on becoming
part of the Red Guard.
Who cares that no female has ever joined?
When a dark force develops an unhealthy liking for her, Adelaide needs to fight for her life and figure
out what makes her so different from the others.
Betrayal. Fear. Anger.
She must overcome it all in order to turn her world the right way around again.
Adelaide has one choice. Accept the help offered to her by Xander Bane, or face the Demon Hoard
One thing is for sure. The descent will be bloody.
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By day, Sloane Murphy works full time as an account manager and by night writes escapism in
the form of Paranormal Romance, all while looking after her fur baby & Mr M. She was born and
raised in England along with 2 sisters, 2 brothers and a plethora of cousins, and comes from a
REALLY big family!
Sloane is currently working on the Immortal Chronicle series, alongside some other Top Secret
projects too. She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be
when all the ideas come to life.
I sit beside her and wrap her in my arms. She fits so perfectly against me, and I feel it. That same jolt
that I felt the first time I held her, but she is forbidden, and nothing will make me break my vow.
“You’ll be ok Addie, let it out. I know it hurts now, but she’ll always be here with you,” I whisper into
her hair. “I’ve got you.” If only she knew.
She sobs into my arms and I can feel the pain radiating from her. I do the only thing I can think of. I
weave my mind to her, and I can feel her; her pain, her breath-taking guilt. The burden she carries for her
lost friend. Her grief is crippling. It clouds her light. I can see the small beams of her light fighting the
shadows surrounding her soul, threatening to extinguish the good inside her.
My eyes flutter open. It’s so bright, that I have to squint while my eyes adjust. I can feel how much my
entire body hurts. I try to sit up, but pain rips through my chest and I let out a small cry, as I close my eyes
and lay back. I look around the med ward, now that my eyes have adjusted to the light. It’s so clinical in
here; so white. I take appraisal of my injuries. I think my wrist is broken, at least the cast on it makes me
assume so. I can feel the wrap around my chest now too, either broken or fractured ribs. Other than that, I
think it’s just cuts and bruises. That’s when it hits me.
She’s gone and I didn’t stop it.
That’s when I first felt it. That’s when she stole a part of me. I’ve tried to distance myself as much as I
can from her, her entire life. More for her, so that she can experience the life she deserves, before her
other life is thrust upon her. But to allow her in the guard, would be putting her in the very danger I vowed
to keep her from. She needs to learn the truth about herself, the truth about our world rather than the
‘truth’ she has been taught. The need to do what is best for her, battles against the vow I made inside me.
She has already been exposed