Ascendance Of A Bookworm Audiobook Novels & Stories

Miles later, under a tree split in half by lightning years ago, I finally stopped. My hands shook as I opened the book, i flipped the pages fast. The letters seemed to shift when I stared too long, like they were alive. Near the middle, I found what I’d been searching for: “Ascension of the Apex.” The words promised power bigger than any wolf, bigger than any man. The power to become the thing that made hunters afraid. Beneath that, in small red letters, was a warning but I didn’t fucking care. Then I saw Dad’s face, his eyes going empty, his hand slipping from mine, his last whisper: “Live, Lucas.”

Even though I could sense and hear anything from steps away, I didn't realize I had company until a presence loomed behind me. When I finally turned, I found myself staring into the instructor’s widened eyes. “You… you did that?” Feline stammered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Impossible.” Murmurs rippled through the class as students pressed closer, craning their necks to see what I had drawn. Artifact Studies was the only class that we had with Ascendant. It was all about understanding magical weapons, enchanted relics, and objects tied to emotion or fire. I’d come to learn that ASCENDANT are Initiates who have shown real skill. They’re now on the path of cultivation and they’ve done we

“Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …” “Ascension Summoning?” Instead of replying, Eli opened the golden book, releasing a glowing white sphere that had the size of a fist, now floating around her. “Your Highness, meet my Ascendant, Arch.” Arth’s mouth parted open, not knowing what to say.

I replied coldly before taking the flight of stairs to my room. "I think we should refrain from talking about the mysterious girl around him for now, his moods always goes sour, maybe he would be better when she eventually wakes up." Thanks to my werewolf hearing I could hear Ava advice the rest as I made my way up the stairs. I surfed the internet for books related to descendants of the goddess and I saw one. It was about one of the descendants of the goddess. I purchased the book and read it, it was about the biography of one of the descendants, I found a place where she had discovered more about herself in a particular book.

“I say, I’d love to meet them and thank them for taking care of my little brother. Your foster father is a Dhampir, isn’t he?” I nod. “Yeah. I’ll talk to him and see what I can set up. In the meantime, keep me updated on what you find.” I know I should go home, but somehow, I end up at the school library. Creighton, our resident supernatural research, works in the private section of the library, so I stop in there first and spend a couple of hours scouring through old texts in hopes of finding information on vampire ascensions. Before I leave his office, he hands me several scrolls and books that would help me do some research. As I make my way out the door, I stuff them all inside of my bac

The climb had been quite a distance. Once upstairs, I combed through the books. After another ten minutes or so, I located the book I had been seeking. I hastily scanned its contents, and what I discovered left me shocked. I hurried downstairs with the book, and this time the descent felt quicker and easier. I paused when I encountered the werewolf librarian. "Have you found an answer to your question, your grace?" he inquired, and I nodded in confirmation. "May I quickly take this book to His Highness?" I asked almost immediately.

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

"The person it belonged to took it back." "What was the book about?" "It was…" I blink. "It was about a girl who was raised by her aunts, and she fell in love with an archaeologist who was also the son of the man her aunt cleaned for. I never knew how it ended." There's a familiar tightening in my chest, and I force my lips to curve. "What about you?" We share the plate of fries as the conversation flows. It's easy to talk to him, and my wolf rumbles happily, bathing in this attention. He must be human because he doesn't take more than one drink, probably because he doesn't want to get drunk.

I never said I wasn't into it, but in this situation, I couldn't bring myself to beg. "You want someone else?" I demanded, crossing my arms. His head snapped up, and his eyes shifted into golden, slit-like pupils. I yelped, stumbling forward and crashing into his chest. Those cold, otherworldly eyes locked onto me, glinting like polished gems. I pressed against his chest, my gaze darting. "Ch-Charles?" I stammered, wondering if it was a hallucination. This was some straight-up Beauty-and-the-Beast-level craziness. I could not process it.

With secrets. At the center stood a pedestal. And on that pedestal, a book. Bound in material I didn't recognize. Covered in symbols that predated modern wolf language. Pulsing with power that resonated with my mark like perfect harmony. I approached carefully. Extended Eclipse senses. Analyzed for traps. Dangers. Corruptions. Found none. Just invitation. Just welcome. Just certainty that this was meant for me. For this moment. For this exact circumstance. I opened the book. Found text that shifted. Adapted. Transformed from ancient language into modern words as I read. Divine magic making knowledge accessible across time. Across generations. Across evolution of language itself.