Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Julian tipped over the edge after me, making me feel warm inside. Warm! It was the first thing I noticed as I gradually descended from my high. Now that we both were at the same temperature, he felt warm inside me and not cool. Julian retracted his fangs but kept his lips close to my skin, "Get dressed, we've got a body to get rid of." __________________________________________ ***Author's Note: This was basically the length of 3 updates in one chapter so enjoy! If you haven't already, check out my book Gunnar available on GN and check out book two which is called Ace!!!

His hair was unkempt and wild, like the mane of a lion. “A token of authority is a seal that belongs to a god. As I mentioned earlier, it is only by getting a letter of recommendation from a god that one could avoid the entrance exams held by the God Academies. This means that having the backing of an Ascender isn’t enough to skip the exams. But there are some Ascenders who are as powerful as gods. These ascenders would be capable of infusing a letter with power that match that of a god. Unfortunately, the rules of the God Academies still stand. Meaning, no matter how powerful an Ascender is, they cannot recommend a student to a God Academy unless they become gods. And the Ascenders have no

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.

Astrid Tristan wasted no time deepening the kiss. He walked me backwards until my back hit one of the bookshelves that lined the wall. The collision hurt, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around Tristan and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer. ‘This is a mistake,’ I thought. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’ Tristan’s fingers slipped into my hair and he titled my head to give him a better angle. I moaned against his lips as he pressed himself firmly against me.

Jacob groaned even louder, and I enjoyed the way his body arched towards me. I kissed the tip of his erection and drank the cumin-infused liquid dripping from it. I was tempted to do more given how enjoyable it was. I eventually lost control and began to constantly lick him. Due to my sexual desire for Jacob, I was unable to refrain from sucking him so hard. When my tongue delighted him in ways he had never before experienced, his body temperature rose to a potentially lethal level. It captivated him, and he wishes he could have seen more. He jerked my hair up and down with his fingers.

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

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

"I'm sure they will know now that Star knows. She's a keeper of the books for elves. She logs births and deaths and marks them on their tree of life." I realized just how little I knew of my own culture. I had a lot to learn about everything. I sighed at the thought, wondering how my father could keep it all from me. I started rubbing my temples at the headache that was building up. Charles began rubbing my back helping me relax. His touch sent sparks flying through me. I blushed as I remembered what he had done to me earlier this morning. I wanted that again. I wonder if this feeling of wanting him all the time will ever die down. I am constantly finding myself fantasizing about him and all

“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.

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.