Ancient One Novels & Stories

“Well, if you’re trying to send me on the right path, and if you’re trying to help me live my life. Let’s start by telling me who you are.” The old woman smiled. It was almost like she was toying with me, which made me fucking uncomfortable. She talks about trust and I don’t even know who she is. Or maybe, maybe I do? “Who are you?” I asked in a dominating voice. “I..am the ancient one. I am the immortal one. I am...Constellation.”

The Ancient lowered her cup. "Of course, there is more to this particular tea ceremony than merely drinking tea," she whispered, her kimono parting to allow Taiju a quick glimpse of her spotted but seemingly firm brown breasts. Taiju suspected as much. That was the reason he had climbed for five brutal days through the unforgiving mountains to reach the witch's aerie. It was told that Ancient had uncovered the secret of life and death. Some said she was 200 years old. Others said 1000. Most people of course said she didn't exist. No one who returned had ever been able to find her.

He called himself an 'Ancient One' right? I flipped through the notebook, searching for the information on them. I couldn't find anything. There were a few blank pages at the end of the notebook and on one of them was the words: Ancient Ones? Old Vampires? Something else? Ask Rakesh for more information. I furrowed my brows at this and then glanced over to the sleeping beauty in question.

I said. ‘the prophecy is that someone would come and be the head of us all. It would be a woman blessed by the goddess. The prophecy has been for so long, centuries even and the pack to have the goddess' child come from there would be highly respected and recognised and so…” one of the you her looking elders rambled on and then stopped when the old lady frowned at him. He fake coughed a bit and then took his seat, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other elders for being too abrupt.

she said, "you are the last of the Kyrexi, the son of the ancient ones. And you have a destiny to fulfill." Confusion and agitation reeled inside of me. A Kyrexi? Me? I had lived my entire life as a werewolf, and now suddenly I was something completely different? Arachne's smile broadened. "The ancient ones were all-powerful, magical beings," she said. "They were known to be the race of beings that had with them the powers of controlling elements and wielding magic. They were the rulers of this land and the werewolves their servants."

Not now. "I won't let you hurt her," I growled at Dorian. He lunged again, jaws snapping where my throat had been a second before. I rolled away and shifted back to human form. "Dorian! Listen to me," I begged. "The Ancient One is using you. Just like she used Marcus, just like she tried to use Orion!" For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—recognition, maybe even sorrow. Then it disappeared, replaced by cold hatred.

“If what I’m thinking is true, then... this is no longer a battle for the throne.” “I don’t understand, Miaka,” Antony pleaded. “What aren’t you telling me? What’s so bad about this?” “Very bad if what we think is true.” I nodded at Miaka. Antony might worry, but he wouldn’t whisper. Miaka looked at me for a second and agreed. Then she confirmed what had been in my mind this whole evening. “An Ancient is waking.”

Roper. “Yeah, I remember that. How can I forget that?” “After all it was way too awkward”, Mizuki said in mind “I praised your eyes because they are unique. Vampires of the current era rarely have these eyes. Vampires who possess such eyes are almost extinct in this kingdom” “I know that. Mr. Kamuy told us about it in his lecture” “You don’t understand the importance of these eyes. Not even the royal family has this color of eyes. You are like an endangered species in our kingdom”

There was a story here the anthropologist in him itched to uncover for more reasons than one. Lingering in his vehicle, Jim watched as Teri drew the blinds in the RV’s bedroom, her seductive silhouette against them a succubus’ envy. When the last lights in the RV were extinguished, he started his Jeep, only turning on the headlights when he reached the highway. As he drove home, he recalled a long-forgotten story from Plato. In Greek mythology, humans originally had four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Jealous of their happiness and petty in the way Greek gods were, Zeus split them into two distinct parts, and condemned them to spend their lives lonely, in search of their missing