Novel & Cerita Ascendance Trilogy

The one everyone looked forward to when he would ascend the throne. Yet, duty called, and my father's legacy demanded obedience. I steeled myself for the inevitable confrontation, the clash of destinies that would shape the trajectory of our lives. As Lycidas approached the border, I knew it was now or never. I couldn't afford to let sentimentality cloud my judgment. The Silver Hands expected results, and I had a duty to fulfill. Summoning the training instilled in me by the Silver Hands, I positioned myself strategically, ready to intercept Lycidas before he breached the pack's defenses. The cold determination that had defined my earlier pursuit resurfaced, drowning out the internal conflic

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

Another agreement came up, this time between Gore and Alistair, about the way he used to treat his bride. The argument was getting heated, so even Horatio got involved. So Scarlet snapped her fingers. She forced calm over them, but it will be temporary. She just wanted to plant the crystals, and after that, she didn't care what they do for the rest of the day. Scarlet turned away and walked out of the house, with the others following behind them. When they got to the top of the hill, where the single apple tree stood, Scarlet cast a spell that caused a single crystal to multiply.

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

"Patterns, cycles, prophecies, like you said. They never expected something that didn’t fit into their usual narratives." "Exactly," Achilles says, tapping his temple. "They’re used to fighting predictable wars. But the Ascendants? They don’t play by the rules." He shifts slightly, wincing. "And now, here we are, playing catch-up while they gain ground." I study him carefully. He looks… better. Not great, but better. The color in his face isn’t as ghastly as before. The wound, though still troubling, doesn’t seem to be eating away at him as viciously.

"gathering of Northern mages." "She's not planning a military assault," I realize. "This is all about her ritual at the Whispering Stones." "Which makes it more dangerous, not less," Alexander points out. "Military attacks can be defended against. Magical rituals..." He shrugs helplessly. "Have you learned anything more about what this Ritual of Ascendance actually does?" "Some." He pulls out another document, this one covered in his own handwriting. "According to the oldest texts my mother could find, it's designed to transfer power from one bloodline to another. Permanently."

"Because I was approached about one. Years ago, after Lydia died. A witch came to me offering a way to bring her back. To reverse death itself through an ascension ritual." My blood went cold. "What did you tell this witch?" "I told her to get the fuck out of my territory before I killed her myself." He met my eyes. "But I researched it afterward. Wanted to understand what I'd turned down. Ascension rituals require three components—a power source, a vessel, and a catalyst." "Define those."

The whispers of the celestial beings spoke of ascendance as a transformative journey, where mortal limitations would dissolve, and the essence of the universe would become an integral part of their being. As the couple approached the celestial altar, a luminous aura enveloped them. The symbols on the walls pulsed with heightened luminosity, creating an ethereal dance that mirrored the couple's intentions. Celestial beings surrounded them in a radiant embrace, their presence amplifying the astral energy that permeated the chamber. The cliffhanger left Victoria and Alexander standing before the celestial altar, their hands poised to initiate the celestial ascendance—an ascendance that held the