Ascend Astarion Romane & Geschichten

“Destination reached. Entering cruising speed now. Engaging artificial gravity and inertial dampeners” “Whoa” Tony had surprise written all over his face. I had never taken him to the Gentry system before, so this was new. “I know, I know.” I stand up and grab another sausage roll. “Post one, this is Arch-mage Xassin, requesting permission to portal dock.” I send a signal to the docking bay at the first post, but I only get static. “Strange, is this broken? They always reply.” I bend down to look at the signalling machine for faults.

Then that means you changed. Evan smiled. Maybe. Evelyn stood. That's exactly why we need to move quickly. Ethan looked at her. What do you mean? Your grandfather knows Evan is with us. He will try to retrieve him. Ethan shook his head. Let him try. Evelyn's expression remained serious. You don't understand what he has built. Then explain it. She walked toward the front of the train. Project Ascension isn't just a machine. It's a network.

He said, "You should understand by now that we're new here. We're beings of the Skyworld but we have yet to ascend to that place." She nodded without meeting his eyes. "I understand." She thought they were sent to the Underworld by the Goddess for a mission. The witch was fairly knowledgeable about the truth of this universe and knew that in order to sneak into Sitan's domain, one could not have a sliver of Skyworld's aura, unless they were high gods. 'It means this boy is a newly ascended Anito. But even if it is so, with that Goddess as his backer, who would dare give him trouble?'

So I knew he would help me too eventually. It was a big gamble. Security at the mansion is tight. It was very hard for anyone to escape. If it weren’t for Desmond’s clean plan I certainly wouldn’t have been able to get out of there flawlessly. "Your father won't go home on that night, so that's the perfect timing. There will be a fire on the west wing at 11 PM. There will definitely be chaos. The moment the power is out, grab the opportunity to escape. Go through there garden, outside, there is a service truck waiting to take you to Verdangle. There is a chopper ready to take you to Batangas Port. You will board the MV Primera, a cargo ship to Kaohsiung, Taiwan, container number is DHCH 3576

He looked at her as though she was simply beautiful. Proserpina blinked. And the sudden sense of awareness immediately flowed through every single nerve when his gaze slowly wandered to her body and inaudibly swallowed, licking his lips, clearly liking what he saw. ‘Enough–’ “State your name.” He grinned broadly, appearing absurdly pleased at the chance of having to introduce himself, “Alastor Nyx of the Northern Pack.” Proserpina raised an eyebrow at that. How curious… Alastor Nyx is Ancient Greek that literally means avenger of the night, if translated in typical-tongue.

Hazel's POV The astrologer hesitated then rushed to the table, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into his charts. "One of the layers I have deciphered speaks of a great destiny," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the crackle of the flames. "It speaks of a chosen one, fated to return the light of the goddess to her children and usher in a new era of prosperity and peace." My steps faltered, the weight of his words sinking in. "What do you mean by 'return the light of the goddess'?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

A figure crawls from the fissure-a humanoid in a shattered exoskeleton, their skin crackling with static. **"Help,"** they rasp. **"Please."** Jax raises his drone limb. "Architect!" "Wait." I kneel, recognizing the voice from the structure's transmissions. "Who are you?" The figure removes their helmet. Their face is human, but their eyes are voids of starlight. **"Designation: Lyra. I... I tried to stop them. The Ascension. They called me flawed."** Ravel snorts. "Flawed how?"

Panni replied, her golden gaze shifting to the sky. Above them, the Vane fleet descended. Massive iron-clad dirigibles, held aloft by heated gas and humming with internal brass rotors, blocked out the moon. The lead ship, the Aurelius, lowered its docking claws. A platform descended, carrying Alistair Vane. He was bleeding from the clockshop explosion, his silk suit ruined, but his eyes were filled with a terrifying, religious fervor.

“You don’t understand—Princess Alessia needs comfort items, pillows, snacks, emergency sparklers, and emotional support pastries—” Kael walked past her without glancing. “She needs none of that.” Seraphine gasped. “How dare you say that, Kael!” Ariadne’s voice cut across the loading platform. “Enough chatter. Get everything secured. We depart in twenty minutes.” The Solaris royal airship, the Dawnstar, stood on the highest dock, its golden hull gleaming in the early morning light. Runes glowed along its sides. The wind hummed through its sails, each woven with luminous threads.