روايات وقصص ضمن Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfic

It's weird to say I was actually attracted to him and even for a moment I had devilish thoughts about him. "So tell me Asher what's your story, how did you get whined up with Veronica?", he asked. I shrugged, "Uhm well ... I'm not from a rich family like you and...I dropped out of college and started some other jobs and then I met Veronica through a cousin of mine, his friend use to work for her until he got fired and he put me up and I passed the interview. To be very honest I never saw her as someone I'd be with, until she started making advances and... some other things. At first she just clearly stated that she was sexually attracted to me and it stated up as a sexual relationship, we ju

I still tried to read on, maybe I would find something interesting, but it just bored me more and more so I dropped it. I went back to the shelf I took it from to place it back, and began searching for another one, a romance genre this time. I continued searching till I saw one at the end of the shelf. I could not clearly see the cover, but I could see red lips on it, catching my attention. I reached out to take it, but my hand didn't get to it. I even went on my heels, but it was the same so I resulted to jumping. As I took the second jump, I suddenly saw a hand moving above me, and reaching for the book. I froze, perceiving the scent which seemed all too familiar. It was like I was used to

If the book truly held the reversal spell within it, then it would save us all, and it would give Angelica the advantage she needs to take the heir down. As the witches prepared the portal, Angelica hung onto me like glue, as it was clear that she was worried this was the last time she was going to see me, but I had news for her, I wasn’t going to leave this world knowing that her life was in danger. Just like my greatest grandfather, I was in love with a Goddess, but unlike him, I would be damned if I allowed anyone, even a God to get in my way from being able to love her. “I promise you that I will return with the book, and we will together take down this heir.” I said to her, trying to co

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Back in the library later, I lay with the book between my spread thighs, feeding it my fresh memory while it rewarded me with slow, deep thrusts of energy. We were one now. I would carry the Last Library inside me. I would collect new memories from every lover, every filthy encounter, every depraved night. The book would grow stronger through my body, and I would drown in pleasure forever. The shy archivist was gone. In her place lived something hungry, wet, and endless. And it had only just begun to feed.

His hands were clenched so tightly on the desk in front of him that his knuckles gleamed white. His gaze burned into me, dark, sharp, filled with something I couldn’t name. Rage. Fear. Hunger. And then his hand slipped, leaving a smear of blood on the wood where his nails had cut his skin. He didn’t move toward me. Didn’t speak. But the weight of his stare followed me out. By nightfall, the whole Academy was buzzing. Every corridor I walked, whispers followed. Lyra Hawthorne isn’t powerless. She’s marked. And every Alpha knows it now.

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

Raymond looked at Charlie and articulated, "It is the unique destiny required for the Ascending Dragon Pathway. History says that only the person with the fate of the ascending dragon can enter the Ascending Dragon Pathway. Just like you, your father had the fate of the dragon too, but he could only open the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book because the book says that only the one with the fate of the ascending dragon can open the Apocalyptic Book and enter the Ascending Dragon Pathway." "But..." Charlie was even more confused. "Why couldn't my father open the Apocalyptic Book yet I could even though both of us have the fate of the dragon?" Raymond stared at Charlie and said, "Mr. Wade, you do

I have actually been ignoring it but yesterday, something kept drawing me to it and I couldn’t help but pick it up. It was an ancient looking book and I was immediately drawn to the content of the book. It was a story of some Lycan wolf and since I read it, my mind has not been settled. I couldn’t help but think about Adonis when I read it but weren’t wolves just like a myth? Why did Adonis have such a book with him? And he even has that tattoo on his back, that necklace and even the meaning of his name. Everything was too connected to be a coincidence but i just couldn’t pinpoint it, I didn’t know what was happening and how to even explain what was going on. But I was sure Ashely would be a