Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

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.”

My hands itched to reach for her, to drag her into the darkness, to make her mine in ways that went beyond reason or morality. I sank into the floor, the cold stone seeping into me, grounding the madness just slightly. But it was fleeting. The fire inside me was too strong, too insistent. I would have to wait. Plan. Lurk. Manipulate. Tempt. Push. Pull. But I would have her. One way or another. Even if it destroyed everything else in the process. Ashwyck Academy was vast. Filled with secrets. Filled with predators. Filled with opportunity.

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

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.