Novel & Cerita Ascendance Trilogy

I felt an experience I knew yet didn’t recognize as it echoed past traumas I had attempted to hide away in my mind. I hadn’t felt it in years. During the war against House Noctura I last experienced its presence when shadows moved and logic collapsed. The war with House Noctura left me with vivid traumatic memories that formed a chaotic tapestry bound together by desperate magical threads. The last moment an Ascendant lost control occurred when their power consumed their intention and their abilities transformed from salvation’s instruments into destruction’s messengers. The old scars pulsed with pain as I remembered the destruction their uncontrolled magic had caused.

Something harder that does not break when the world tries to destroy it. I close my eyes and practice what I learned. I listen to the sounds around me. The footsteps in the main area. The voices of the other men. The wind outside the broken windows, and I feel the space without opening my eyes as I map it in my mind; Awareness, Control, Prediction and these are my weapons now.

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

“Even a tiger wouldn’t eat his own cubs. How are you going to answer my mother when you meet her in the afterlife?” “I’m so disappointed in you!” My father’s face flushed with anger. Leaving those words behind, he flicked his sleeve and stormed off. Julian did not spare me another glance. Carrying the injured Wendy, he left my chambers. The demonic energy inside me churned violently. I closed my eyes and forcibly suppressed it. Not yet. It was not time yet. Three days. In three more days at most, I would reduce this place to ruins. It was almost time for the succession ceremony.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

“Both of you need to pull yourselves together. Yes, Cal, we kept this from you. You and Eliane are too powerful to risk you both acting like crazed and possessive dragons about your babies. You were already hissing at anyone who walked by except your mother and Cyrene. We’ve been researching everything we could once we realized that Emmi’s shifter is a Phoenix. She’s here because she somehow knew that your babies were in danger. We’ve been working with Emmi to accept her shifter, but it’s been hard and after everything that Emmi has been through, she was terrified and she and Phoenix never completely connected. What we’ve learned is that when Phoenix rises, there is war and in every one of t

“I am her stepbrother. I have come to take her home.” Basten glared at him and started to question him when Nukis interrupted him. “I will answer your questions when we get out of here. We must leave before the gods of this pantheon come for our necks for killing one of them.” He pointed at Goyre’s motionless body. “Hop on my back, I will take you out of here.” Even though he was shocked by the dragon’s voice, Nukis picked Basten and Phoenix up and hopped on its back. The pale dragon rose and flapped its wings as it flew them into an unknown future of war, secrets and destinies.

Vance's laughter rang out, mocking the futile resistance against his twisted legacy. With each passing moment, the corrupted wolves pressed harder, their relentless assault threatening to overpower me. Vance's dark aura loomed, a puppet master orchestrating chaos in the heart of the wilderness. A surge of determination coursed through me. I couldn't allow Vance and his corrupted wolves to seize control. The pack's safety depended on my ability to resist this malevolent force. As Vance circled, his eyes locked onto mine, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Your reign ends tonight, Alpha King. The Silver Hand shall reclaim what was stolen."

Eli’s Ascendant grew larger, growing arms and head and wings. Arth’s eyes widened amidst the bright light in front of him. He glimpsed a white horse with wide wings. Chills hit his entire body. So this … is the true form of an Ascendant. Elicantris had explained to him that Ascendants were the first beings that existed after the Age of the Empyreal Gods. Their means of passing over their power was through reincarnation to keep their purpose of protecting all life against evil. They had the freedom to choose whom they could be reborn into … whom they could grow old with. Elicantris also said that in every reincarnation of Ascendants, they would lose all their memories about themselves and the

"For the sake of my family, my allies, and all who depend on us." The Trial of Ascendance was a grueling test of Sorin's strength, courage, and mastery of elemental forces. He faced trials of fire, water, earth, and air—each demanding a deeper connection to the orb's ancient energies and a greater understanding of its mysteries. Through unwavering determination and the guidance of the Elders, Sorin emerged victorious from the trials. His bond with the orb strengthened, imbuing him with newfound abilities and a heightened sense of purpose. Armed with newfound knowledge and empowered by the orb's ancient energies, Sorin and his companions prepared for the final confrontation with Victor. They