Ancient One Novels & Stories

it’s not just advanced—it’s ancient. "Explain what 'ancient' means," whispered Damien, leaning over Kyle's shoulder. Kyle said, "Centuries, maybe millennia," in an ambiguous tone. "It produced energy that is unmatched by anything on Earth. Nearly... alien. Vanessa mumbled, "Great," while crossing her arms. "Now we’re fighting aliens?"

Alex followed the old man to the shrine carrying a calabash, wearing a white singlet and a crimson cloth tied around his waist. The old man chanted some incantations as they approached the entrance of the main shrine. "Anything I say henceforth, repeat it after me." He instructed Alex,as they entered the main shrine. If Alex had not been in the shrine before, he would have gotten frightened because the shrine was scarier than it was before. More carvings of gods were present in the shrine than before.

" Mrs Carolina McArthur said to her husband. "you know I remember very clearly, my Jewish family painting you when we first started dating, what they didn't see is that you're a hard working, loving, loyal , a good husband and father, this is 22nd century, let's not repeat what the fore fathers ignorantly use to do in the past", She reminded her husband. " I'm going to let you think about all I've said when you sleep tonight. Amanda's mom said to her husband. With Amanda she was so raged with what her father all that her Dad said to Jones

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.

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

With an unearthly surge of power, the Ancient Ones unleashed a devastating shockwave, knocking Amelia and her companions off their feet. Amelia struggled to regain her footing, her vision blurred, and her body aching. The Ancient Ones laughed mockingly, their eyes gleaming with triumph. "Do you truly believe you can defeat us, mortals? We are ancient beings, eternally bound to darkness. Your futile attempts only delay the inevitable."

"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

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?”

He asked, as if the ancients weren’t there. Sarah took a furtive glance at Jacob and his group, before giving her answer. "Ancients are legends, myths. From the last we heard, or rather I read, they had gone into extinction for some terrible disease that affected their soil and water. They are quite different from vampires. Although they share some similar characteristics. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for more than a thousand years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are re