Ascendance Trilogy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We choose each other.” Ares’s voice drops to a growl: “And we choose freedom.” The goddess lunges But the triad detonates. Light floods the realm, swallowing her scream, swallowing everything. And for the first time in my life… I am not afraid of what comes next. Because whatever we become Whatever this merge makes us We’ll be three. Not one. Not two. Three.......!!

The Middle was an engineered world, carved into bedrock and woven into the colossal roots of the Mother Tree that stood hundreds of feet above on the surface of Triune. There were terraces, gardens, workshops, and sparing rooms. The Middle, both laboratory and home to those who live there, a long apprenticeship in training and survival. One that must be endured in order to step through the Moondoor and onto the Phebus lit shores of the Upper. The muted rasp of Gilly’s own breathing felt like a betrayal as she raced ahead, a reckless defiance against her odds of survival. For being a moment late wasn't merely an infraction; it was an act of war.

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

Years went on, and these Lords: The Ekryons, remained the rulers of this world, shaping it from the shadows into what they saw fit. And as the ringing bells of the Ascension sang, so came the enthronement of this lords as Emperors to the seat of power, and so did the threats to free Vyorn. _________________________________ P.S: Spells are in 'bolds' and "italics" It would mean the world if you can tap on that "star" thingy that says "Vote"

The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below. My phone vibrated with a message from Emily. It was a long one. She said she had also left Trehill later and joined another company, but never felt at ease. She apologized for helping Daniel manipulate me back then, saying that only now did she realize that exploiting people who truly worked hard would eventually destroy the morale of the entire team. She wished me well. After reading it, I didn’t reply. Some wounds couldn’t be erased with just a single apology. Some roads, once walked, couldn’t be turned back from.

The out-of-control car plummeted hundreds of meters, and the moment it struck the sea, darkness claimed me. When I woke up again, I stood at the rally’s award ceremony. The crowd surged around me, immense and unstoppable. Jack and Alanna stood at the center of the championship podium, holding the trophy, their fingers entwined, speaking their acceptance speech to the cameras. “Standing here, I must thank Alanna. She’s not only my navigator, but also my anchor, the person who keeps me grounded.” Alanna lowered her gaze, smiling shyly. “It’s Jack who has the skill. He practices every day and knows every curve of the terrain by heart.”

An opponent on the Immortal Ascension’s Third Stair was nothing to him. Once he activated the Sacrilegious Ascension, he could easily kill people on the Immortal Ascension’s Third Stair. The two people before him were no match for him. “You must have a death wish.” Miguel snorted, and his expression darkened. A powerful force formed from his wide sleeves, and the force swept toward James with the sound of a veritable gust. James knew he was not a match for these two if he did not use the Sacrilegious Ascension.

"Walk in like you own it." "I don't own anything." "You own that mark. That's enough." She looked straight ahead. "Let's show them what House Rashad looks like." The doors to the throne room were ahead. Beyond them, the sound of hundreds of voices. Every noble, every advisor, every person with enough rank to have been summoned. An entire court assembled, and somewhere inside it, someone who was not finished yet. The doors opened and I walked in. Every voice dropped to silence as hundreds of eyes found my face. Found the crescent birthmark. Found the girl who had come from nowhere and apparently shaken everything.

Alessandro woke up before the guards switched shifts. He found himself back in his quarters, though sleep had only come in bits and pieces. Adrianna’s voice echoed in his mind—sharp, soft, and defiant. The memory of her hand brushing against his, even if just for a moment, haunted him like nothing else ever had. He dressed quickly, opting for a black top, gloves, and a cloak of silence instead of a suit. If he was going to help her escape, he had to tread carefully. Every hallway had eyes, and every shadow belonged to his father. He carried two things with him,a key and a lie he hadn’t yet admitted to himself.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.