Ascendance Of A Bookworm Novels & Stories

The ritual bowl at her feet pulsed gently, reminiscent of a heartbeat. The blood within no longer flowed like a liquid. It was beginning to stir. She murmured the ancient words, from a tongue older than any scripture, and the blood began to take shape—first a circle, then the mark of flame. A name ignited in her mind. Adrianna. The final soul. The daughter of Giovanni Moretti.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

Like we’ve done for years. "So what's with you and Aidan?" Jared asks between mouthfuls of chocolate mint ice cream. "What do you mean?" I reply after taking a long licked from my vanilla soft serve. "Well yesterday he came to ask me about your book. And it was weird because it was the 3rd one in the series. He didn't even know it was yours or your name. He just wanted a background check on it so I told him it was yours. He then Alpha commanded me to tell him everything about you. He said it was a clue. What's going on there?"

incident" still. I want nothing more to go and destroy that place. But I need more strength. No more resources available for those at my Realm." "You need another vocation to supplement. Stop being a stubborn old fossil. You are older than the Empire itself now. What did you find in the "Shoreline" that entire time anyway?" Morticia was not trying to inuslt, just to get the woman to diversify. "The warrior path by itself has its limits. Without a proper Alchemist, Apothecary, or Formation expert backing you, you can only dredge along or hope for a high tier herb. Surely the Empress has some available for you?"

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

’ thought Darryl optimistically. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed that one of the tiles on the floor is different from the rest. He knocked on it—clearly hollowed out. He lifted the tile, and to his surprise, he saw a brown paper wrapping around something. He uncovered the item and was shocked to find a secret manual. On the cover of the manual wrote: Ascension of the Nine Dragons. ‘F*ck, what book is this? The title sounds impressive’ thought Darryl.

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.

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

- Crystal's POV - I pushed open the door to the study. As soon as I entered, the odor of books filled the room. Five large bookcases stuffed with books on philosophy, economics, military, and management. Every book looks old. I took down a few random books and saw handwritten annotations in each one. It seems Arthur could become the most famous Alpha by virtue of his hard work and erudition. Seeing so many books made my heart settle down a little. I've heard that the books one has read will melt into his bones, blood, and thoughts.

It always left her amazed. “Stop being a bookworm and follow me now.” He compelled. Being referred to as a bookworm always made Beth shy and caved in. She always felt at a loss in the presence of people, save for her family, and her books were how she let herself free. Not being pained as much, surprised her, but she chose not to confront it until after they watched the sunrise. Maybe she was no longer affected by it. Or was it the moment? She would never know. She doubted anything could take away the joy bubbling in her at the moment. They snuck out of the manor through the backdoor and walked briskly towards the hill.