Trouble sets afoot in Charleston, South Carolina when eighteen year old William Smith finds himself in a body that he doesn't recognize as his own. The son of affluent politicians with strong ties to the Klansmen in Charleston, William finds himself at death's door when he realize he is trapped in the body of fifteen year old Wilbur Smith - a young Black boy William's father set to execute for failure to comply with Jim Crow's Law. To make matters worse, William nor Wilbur has no connection of earlier memories that could trail to their current ill-fated demise. Given seven days until "his" execution, William must forge a path that would clear not only his but Wilbur's fate of demise as well while reckoning the demons that harbors the place he once proudly called home. Set in 1919 of Charleston, South Carolina, The Devil's Children follows the tale of two teens living in the Deep South during Jim Crow's Law while exploring themes of death, love, loss, and ego as it showcases the grim mirage of The American Dream - post-colonial America ✨ New Chapter of The Devils Children is set to be published every Tuesday, Thursday & Friday 😊 stay on the lookout for updates🍁🍂 🛑 Read at your own risk for this is a mature rated book. Mentions of racism, graphic violence, abrasive language, self harm, suicide, as well as sexual assault is written in this book. Be advised to read at your own discretion. Lady Leidel 🤍✨🌸 🏅#6 in racial 10/28/25

Beneath the earth, the sun is only a memory - and its light is no longer free. The powerful have bottled it, priced it, and called it holy. Every flicker, every breath, must be paid for in Lumen. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where the air tastes of rust and hope is a dangerous thing. Her mother taught her to 'keep her glow low'- to survive unseen. But when the light inside her begins to stir, Lucy's secret could unravel the order that keeps their divided city alive. Above her gleams the Halo - a paradise of marble and lies. Between them rises the Veil: a wall of soot-black stone and blinding searchlights, dividing the blessed from the broken. As rebellion brews in the dark, a child's awakening may ignite the prophecy that could burn the world clean - or save it. A Radiant who will bring back the dawn. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Lucy approached the marble stairs of the Distribution Point, feeling smaller with every step. Even after so many visits, its splendour still swallowed her whole. Inside, chandeliers of bottled light bathed clerks and soldiers in scarlet. Behind the wooden barrier, white-gloved hands counted Credits and passed bottles of gold to the waiting poor. A cry tore through the hush. "No, I swear, these Credits are real -" The clerk's reply was colder than stone. "One is counterfeit. Guards!" Boots thundered. The woman screamed as Veil Guards dragged her away, her voice fading into the city's endless hum. The line moved. "Next." Lucy stepped forward, clutching her satchel. The Credits inside jingled - Mother had checked them twice, but still her hands shook. ⸻ ✧ ⸻