Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

It was as if Levi had somehow managed to infuse the apartment with a sense of warmth and welcome, despite its lack of adornment. Kimberly's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the compact layout. She felt a pang of curiosity about Levi's life, about the choices he had made and the path that had led him to this small, unassuming apartment. Moments later, Levi returned with an old, dusty tome, and Kimberly's eyes widened with curiosity. The book's cover was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance across its surface, radiating an otherworldly energy. Levi's voice was calm and measured as he spoke, "This was your mother's grimoire, uhh… a spell book o

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

The mountains were a dark blue that went on endlessly for miles and miles. "Another Dimension.." The 1st Emperor mumbled. The other Kings and Queens murmuring amongst themselves. "..to flee." "Yes. A temporary place while the Mainland deals with what they unleashed. They believe they can control the residents of the Dead Palace.." Ren said calmly. ".. they are wrong. Only one in the Ascendance Realm can control them completely. A few Transdecence do not stand a chance controlling so many. They will come in unending numbers and cross you if you stay. Your soul will never know peace. I can assure you of that."

Quick note: Hey everyone! I just quickly wanted to say thank you so much for the support and understanding with the lack of updates. Life has been super hectic recently with a lot of life changes and the past week I’ve been on holiday. I am now insanely sunburnt and inside for a while to write. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, I know it's short but I struggled to get back in the flow, there are mannnyyyy more chapters coming soon <3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty

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.

“This shouldn't have happened. It was a huge mistake. What the fuck have I done?” Mason tried to touch my face, but I smacked his hand away, ran out of the toilets and back towards the bus. As I ran away from him, I heard him call out, “Freya please. You're my Fianna, I love you.” To Be Continued… This story continues in book two, Abandoned By An Alpha. Thank you for reading, and I hope you like the series so far xoxo

A tremor rippled through the entire chamber. The runes flared white. The Throne burst into gold fire. For a heartbeat, Lyra felt it — all of it: Power without cruelty. Magic without chains. Leadership without loss. A shape forming inside her chest. Not a queen. Not a weapon. Not a martyr. A Warden. Her Warden. The room exhaled. A voice, soft as marrow-light: Very well. Lyra lifted her head. The Throne’s glow surged — then shattered into a storm of white-gold sparks that spiraled upward, disappearing into the ceiling like stars rising.