Ancient One Novels & Stories

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

Even in first grade worlds, he would amount to something, let alone third grade worlds. However, the old man's tone made Fane feel like he was nothing. The old man seemed to not want to bother dwelling on the problem with Fane. The old man slowly turned away from Fane, "During ancient times, there were countless amazing geniuses, but a calamity happened, and most of those geniuses were lost. I said so not because I wanted to insult you, but it's just that you really are quite ordinary compared to ancient warriors…" Fane took a deep breath, not countering with anything else. After all, he did not know what ancient times were like, nor did he know about how strong the warriors back then were.

it growled, "but can you unlock the secrets of the ancient ones?" A figure emerged from the darkness, an old man with piercing eyes and a long white beard. "Who are you?" Zephyr asked, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "I am the Keeper of the Ancients," the old man replied, his voice dripping with wisdom. "And I shall reveal to you the secrets of the artifacts, but only if you can answer my riddle." Damien's eyes lit up with excitement. "A riddle? Bring it on!"

My heartbeat was a frantic, syncopated rhythm that Kael surely felt through the shared pulse. Kael stood behind us, a living relic carved from ash. His hair, once midnight obsidian, was now a shocking, brittle white. He leaned his head against a quartz pillar, his breathing a wet, rattling countdown of acidic ore and rot. "The ancient things don't want a King to lead them," Kael whispered, his voice like dry silt shifting on a riverbed. He reached out with a trembling hand, ghosting his fingers through the air. "They want a mirror that doesn't crack. They've found it in him. The First Ones are... satisfied, Aria."

"We need a plan, Alexander." Right. A plan. I thought back to my conversations with Kael, piecing together Erebus's motives. "We need to find the Ancient One," I said, determination etching my face. Amara's eyes widened. "The Ancient One? But that's legend." Legend or not, I knew it was our only hope. "Kael mentioned it," I explained. "A powerful being who can help us defeat Erebus." Amara nodded resolutely. "Then we'll find it."

Sure enough, after a minute there came a hesitant voice, “Greetings, Ancient One. I…I am not here to cause trouble.” A small smile appeared on the old man, also known as the Ancient One’s, lips. He moved his fingers through his long silvery-white beard and answered, “Let me be the judge of that. You may stop hiding and put forward your case of wandering in my home uninvited.” A white transparent hand appeared on the trunk of the tree followed by a face that looked scared and terrified. The features couldn't be perfectly defined because it was not a person or a living being to be precise.