Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfic Novels & Stories

“And danger calls to danger.” Then he was gone. Like mist. Like a ghost. Like a fever dream. And I was left gripping the book like my life depends on it, my body on fire. This wasn’t just an attraction. This wasn’t even lust. It was a slow descent into something wicked and beautiful and doomed. And I was already falling. I decided to go back to the kitchen and find something cold to drink to make me cool down because I was going to blow up with the way I was fuming inside.

Somewhere behind me, a boar makes a deeply offended sound and retreats into the brush. "I know," I tell it. "I didn't expect it either." I stand up, dust off my grey robe with the burn mark on the cuff, wince slightly at the ribs, and look north toward the distant suggestion of mountains. Two months. The Heavenly Ascension Sect's century recruitment. A library full of answers. I have sixteen cultivation levels to climb before I even reach the starting line — and something sealed inside me at 94.7% suppression that the System refuses to explain.

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

She was a mess of slick, nectar, and overwhelmed desire. The main grimoire hovered closer, pages turning slowly on their own as if showing her what it planned next. “You belong here now,”the voice whispered lovingly. “Not as archivist but as catalog and a vessel. As the library’s favorite reader. Tomorrow you will explore the deeper restricted sections. And every book you open will open you.”* Rowan whimpered softly, hips twitching as the tentacles continued their slow, possessive fucking. She knew she should be terrified.

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I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

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.”

____________________ “They were bruised and battered, but never broken. Amber and Axel’s love was a flame that flickered but never went out, lighting their way through even the darkest storms. Together, they fought against all odds and now they bask in the beauty of their happily ever after.” ____________________ THE END. ____________________ Thanks for Reading THE BADBOY’S LITTLE KITTEN YOU ARE AMAZING I’ll be doing a shout out in my note. My new Werewolf NA (New Adult) Romance will be out soon. Keep an eye out as I will inform y’all in my review section. Much love. ©️Purple Ink >>> 29th, April, 2025.