Ancient One Novels & Stories

Physical. Ancient. And unmistakably— Human.

The Lost Journals of Eden The Destroyer's POV My name is known, the very mention of my name can disrupt a thought. Ever since the beginning, I was a formidable foe. I was birthed from fear, despair, anxiety. I'm also known as The Ancient One, One with a Thousand Faces. I scanned my surroundings, taking note of the things around me. This was hell, plain and simple. No sugarcoating anything. I walked into the depths of hell, the screams of the damned fueling me, making me a sight to reckon with. I could feel the power coursing through my veins, the unbridled destruction I could rain down by just releasing a fraction of it. It gave me a heady feeling, and I laugh

She could see the true essence of the Ancient One, its vulnerabilities and weaknesses. With newfound clarity, Amelia shouted to her companions, "The Ancient One's power is drawn from the dark crystal hidden deep within the forest! We need to destroy it!" Rhydian and the alpha werewolf nodded, determination etched on their faces. They fought their way towards the heart of the forest, guided by Amelia's vision. The battle intensified as they grew closer to their goal, the Ancient One unleashing a torrent of darkness to keep them at bay.

"This village was built by the ancient one after the Reaping. Since Badbloods were killed back then, he created this to have a safe place for us" "Who is the ancient one" Serra asked. "The ancient one was Caro's brother" Kebin answered without looking at her. "After he died, he saw Caro on his dream and was given a message, a prophecy to end this horror. He was cursed to live forever until he meet the chosen one. The one that will end it all". Serra's body seemed to weaken at that. She remembered him earlier calling her the chosen one. The thought ripped away all her energy. She swallowed, her hea

Mother says they use to have this fight all the time when they were younger. "Could you please quit stalling and tell us what's wrong with me!" Gage demanded while slamming his fist onto the table, snarling at the Ancient. "Gage! Calm down!" I yelled at him knowing how he gets when he becomes livid. Someone always dies. Ancient Matthew sighs and sits down at the head of the table. Father is at the other side with Mother on his lap. Everyone else is either in a seat or standing around the table. "It all started almost 1000 years ago. I was a newly appointed Ancient at the time, starting to learn the roles without actually having someone too teach me and the other Ancients. We learnt how to do

I quickly turned away from him. I remembered the counsel. … “What are you talking about?” I whispered confusedly. “You are a hybrid, you are a stranger. You are an abomination!!” The ancient one said pointing at me. She rose to her feet, her veins standing on end and her eyes as red as blood. “These are serious words you speak, Miranda,” Ansari said quietly. She looked at her with a serious look on her face. It was a serious matter. How dare she. How dare she talk to me that way.

We both shared the same temperament with being excited. “Oh! The plot thickens!” I said as I listened intently. I had only seen the other Ancient One a few times before. He had blood-red hair and the same silver eyes as his sister. Though, unlike her, he seemed far more reserved. He would often sneak away to get out of the rule of her thumb. “Does that mean he’ll be coming back to the fold to join his mate, then?”

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows at the interruption, but continued nevertheless. "One defining characteristic of the ancients is their immense strength and physical prowess. They possess the ability to manipulate and control elements such as fire, water, earth, and air. This elemental control sets them apart from vampires and gives them an unparalleled advantage in battles and confrontations. Another notable aspect of the ancients is their connection to nature. They have a deep affinity for the earth and its creatures, and they can communicate with animals and plants. This connection allows them to draw strength and energy from the natural world, making them even more formidable opponents. The a

She spoke again. Except it was not entirely her. “Jamal,” she said softly, “stay where you are.” “I am coming to you,” I said. “No,” the other voice layered beneath hers replied. “He stays.” I stiffened. “Who is that?” Melissa blinked, and the glow in her irises flared. Kael answered before she could. “The ancient one.” Zara gasped. “Kael, that is a myth.” “Clearly not,” he said.

To refresh your memory and better understand this chapter, I suggest you read chapter 32 of volume one, titled Claudia Jeanne Olivia Who is the girl?, he pondered, as his brows furrowed, the Ancients weren't creatures with much interest in creatures, except those from the underworld, from hell. The place of their mysterious origin. Throughout his existence, he had only witnessed the ancients show interest in a single creature, Jared Donovan. It was an interest with selfish benefits and desire