Ancient One Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

POV Liora The Ancient One did not sit. She moved around us instead, slow and unhurried, her bare feet making no sound against the stone. Her presence pressed in from all sides, like the air had thickened just for her. Mae sat stiff beside me, hands knotted in her lap. Rowan stayed near the door, shoulders tight, like a man braced for a strike he couldn’t dodge. “Tell me,” the Ancient One said calmly, “why mortals believe becoming a monster will save them.”

“Someone is that old?!” He nodded, amused by her reaction. "There are very few beings that ancient. Perhaps ten in the entire world. Our Oracle has seen civilizations rise and fall, witnessed the turning of ages. She is the closest connection we have to the gods, especially to Ukrae, the god of powerful beings." Slowly, Emeriel lay back down, her mind reeling. "You speak of her with such respect."

I replied her with an innocent smile while I held on to the withering tree that was by me, Alexia's face became unpleasant, she clenched her fingers into a fist as she glared at me, and I knew just why, Alexia is the older of the two of us, though we are twins, let me just say…she was the one that came out of mommy's tummy first, And she hated to be called big sis, especially in front of Melvin because it makes her seem old, but believe me, I really don't know how that makes sense, especially seeing as she is just sixteen and Melvin our most common love interest is eighteen,

“Ahh it’s nothing, it’s just my talent not be intimidated easily. Truthfully, I wouldn’t approach you like this if I didn’t saw you injured like this. From the looks of it that needle stuck in your back is hard for you to remove since its already draining your energy, right? I just came to help you get it off. After I remove that needle, it wouldn’t take much long for you to recover since you possess such an amazing regenerative ability that can match against the Phoenix, right?” “H-How do you know about that human? No person knows about the abilities of us Ancient much less my own existence.” “You’re a human but you’re quite different than the people from the continents.” Bolus added. “…” “

Now I was surrounded by people who shared this trait. "You're like me," I whispered, the realization hitting me like a blow. The tallest of them stepped forward. Unlike the others who wore identical black robes, his was trimmed with silver symbols. His face was ageless. He could have been twenty or one hundred with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. "We are the Ancients," he said, his voice the same one that had commanded me to enter. "And you, Nora, are one of us. Or at least, partly."

And then, they appear together. Three figures step forward, their presence overwhelming. They are unlike anything I have ever encountered, their very existence vibrating with ancient power. Their eyes gleam like starlight, their forms wrapped in a strange energy that doesn’t belong to this world. The Three Ancients. And when they speak, their voices are absolute. “You belong to us, Jasmine.” ~~~~~ Ramon’s POV The moment the three ancients step forward, the entire arena falls into an eerie silence. The Supreme Council, once so authoritative, now looks uncertain. Even the most seasoned warriors and elders shift uncomfortably, their instincts recognizing the sheer power radiating from these bei

Asher asked tiredly. “GET YOUR ASSES HOME NOW!” Daemon shouted. “What’s wrong?” Lucian asked. “Onyx is in the front of the house running around,” Daemon said as he watched the black horse run back and forth while neighing loudly. “We’re on the way,” Raze said hanging up. “What are you still doing out here?” Lucian asked ten minutes later when they pulled up. “I can’t get past,” Daemon said as Onyx reared up and neighed loudly. “I can’t find David or get past to look for anyone else.”