Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfic Novels & Stories

His back was literally a rock who felt nothing at my tiny attempts. I squealed out when he threw me on the bed standing in front of me. I immediately backed away when he started to crawl towards me. Lucy: What are you doing. P-Please stay away. Author Pov. Damon ignored her pleads and kept on crawling towards her trembling figure. Her back came in contact with beds headboard. Pulling her knees to her chest she pressed herself against the headboard even more. Damon didn't stop as he kept on coming closer to her and at last stopped only inches away from her face.

He let out a sigh before reaching behind a throw pillow and pulled out the book of Hecate and placed it on the coffee table. "Your teacher believes you can decipher your vision a bit better with some assistance through that." He gestured to the book. Willow's eyes lit up as she gazed down at the book, carefully picking it up like it was a newborn child. She ran her fingers over the cover and the binding so delicately. He felt himself shiver as he watched, surprising himself.

I was so entranced by what I was reading I hadn't realised that Aiden was in the same room, watching me in silence. My eyes roamed over the ancient letters and I traced them with my fingers. I didn't even have to say them out loud, just seeing them written on the pages filled me with power. Zac had gifted me with this book of enchantments, stating that everything I would ever want to know would be written within these pages - and I believed him.

Mara wouldn’t be likely to find me here, at least not right away, giving me a little time to read unbothered. I settled down, brushing the leaves and pine needles off the bench, then opened the book on my lap and continued to read where I had left off last night. The chapter on documented reincarnation accounts was dense and slow-going in places, and a lot of it still didn’t apply to my situation in any direct way. But I kept reading, skimming over the sections that seem irrelevant. I was about three quarters of the way through the chapter when I turned the page and found the heading: “The Lycan Princess and the Throne of Ashmoore.”

At the center stood a massive stone pedestal, and atop it lay an ancient book, bound in dark leather, its cover pulsing with a faint blue light. I stepped forward, drawn to it. This was the heart of the prophecy. As my fingers brushed the cover, the book responded—flaring to life with light that flooded the room. Visions erupted in my mind, vivid and unstoppable, showing me the truth I had been chasing all along.

Twilight – One Final Entry Alone again, Maera returned to the title page. She dipped her quill one last time and added a line beneath the name. "To be passed not from crown to heir… But from soul to soul." Then she closed the book. And for the first time in years— —slept. Outside the Scriptorium — That Night On the stone railing of the high balcony, a young girl climbed quietly, clutching a candle stub in her hand. She had overheard whispers of the book—how it held the real truth, not the polished version. She was too young to know everything, but old enough to want to.

When he pulls back, I gasp breathing heavily from pleasure and exhaustion. He whispers into my ear, his breath warm, his voice melting into me like marshmallows. “Promise me you’ll never leave me. Not for them. Not for anything.” I am lost enough in his warm embrace. “I promise.” He smiles in triumph. His smile is soft. Hours later, long after he falls asleep beside me, I stare at the cracked ceiling. The room smells of dust and foreign air. My inheritance is behind me. My future, if I have one, lies beside me. I think I have escaped my father’s control. I did not realize I have stepped into Caleb’s.

Ivy lets out a small genuine laugh, her posture finally relaxing as we move through the classroom corridors. I came to this place expecting a cold, survival of the fittest nightmare, but within twenty-four hours, I’ve somehow managed to acquire a loyal tracker and a sweet rebel wolf who hates pack bigotry as much as I do. It makes the looming shadow of the academy feel slightly less suffocating. Yet, despite the pleasant distraction of Lucian’s tour and Ivy’s chatter, my thoughts annoyingly keep drifting right back to Damon. Knowing he’s some deposed northern prince makes my zero-spark summoning session feel even more pathetic. Of course the universe would saddle me with the guy who was lite

It had been so long since I felt wanted. I closed my eyes and tried to chase it. My fingers slipped between my thighs, finding warmth and wetness. I circled slowly, imagining strong hands on my skin, a hungry mouth, someone who actually craved me. My breath caught. For a moment it felt good, really good. My hips lifted slightly as I slid a finger inside, then two. But the fantasy kept breaking apart. Marcus's tired, distant face kept pushing in. The way he had rolled over the last time I tried to touch him. The way he complimented dinner but never my body. The pleasure faded. Frustration took its place.

The hall shimmered, walls cracking, floors trembling under the force of her magic. Rylan pressed against her, lips finding hers again in a desperate, consuming kiss that mixed heat and magic, grounding them both. Their bond coiled, pulsing, white-gold light wrapping around their bodies like a living shield. Kade stumbled backward, envy and shock twisting his face. “This… this is impossible!” he growled. “No one wields the Ascendant’s power like this without cost!”