Ascendant Book Divergent Novels & Stories

He knew – he smelled – the imminent violation. This couldn't happen. He prepared himself, finding his position, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He heard her defiant words, the tremor in her voice betraying her fear. But he heard something else too – the muffled struggle, the absence of her voice. He didn't need to see it. He smelled the fear, the desperation, the chemical. His rage was a physical force, tearing at his control. He forgot who he was, what rules governed him. It didn't matter. He wouldn't let them hurt her. He was responsible for bringing her into this. With a guttural roar, a monstrous form erupted from behind the abandoned car, a terrifying sound echoing in the sudd

We all rushed to him. He showed his long chin pendant, which look like two god-like figures reading something and rounding it something written in a weird language. Before we question, Vante pointed to the door, there is the same craving as the pendant. He removed his chain and fixed it on the craving, it get fixed like a missing puzzle. Then with a loud creaking sound, the iron door opened. Again before any query, Vante voiced, "It's my family heirloom, this is the last thing they gave me before they die." Ric patted his back, and we all walked into the weird creepy library where there were many books, I mean uncountable books, the selves high like it gonna touch the sky. I wonder how did t

she asked quietly. "Not all of them", James assured, "However the ones with the highest potential to keep balance will always be human", he stated weakly. "So Ascendants I'm assuming is some kind of magical gift?" Ash asked baffled. "Not quite", James answered biting his lip, "Ascendant; is both an adjective and a noun, as an adjective it means, a progenitor", he said, "Or someone from whom you are descended the most powerful or important or influential. As a noun it means, a position or state of being dominant or in control", he explained.

The dividers were lined with more of the interesting images they had seen some time recently, gleaming faintly within the obscurity. As they wandered more profound into the sanctuary, Clara seem feel the dull energy developing more grounded. It was choking, squeezing down on them like a weight. The Ascendant was close, too close. Finally, they came to the heart of the sanctuary, a huge chamber with a tall, vaulted ceiling. Inside the center of the room stood the Ascendant, its shape a spinning mass of shadow and fire, scarcely contained interior the limits of the physical world. Clara’s breath caught in her throat. The Ascendant was unlike anything she had ever seen, its presence was overwhe

He waited several more seconds, until the coast was clear, and then took off at a sprint, heading lower and lower. He first reached a large iron gate and, without pausing, tore it off its hinges with a single hand. He descended deeper, and reached a large silver gate, and this time, he extracted the guard’s key and unlocked it. The gate opened quickly. Now Kyle was in utter blackness. He kept descending, sprinting lower and lower. He could already sense the stench of the savage seven as he ran deeper, and he knew he was getting close, nearing the lowest possible level.

Anyway, I’m pretty many are not familiar with the concept I’m using in this story. First of all, The Ascension, previously titled ‘The Fate Changer’s Ascension’ and ‘Dear Mr. Fate Changer’ is my first book ever. I wrote it December of 2018. I was never trained in writing or have any whatsoever background on how to write a story. Lol, my major in college is Mathematics.

Even though I could sense and hear anything from steps away, I didn't realize I had company until a presence loomed behind me. When I finally turned, I found myself staring into the instructor’s widened eyes. “You… you did that?” Feline stammered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Impossible.” Murmurs rippled through the class as students pressed closer, craning their necks to see what I had drawn. Artifact Studies was the only class that we had with Ascendant. It was all about understanding magical weapons, enchanted relics, and objects tied to emotion or fire. I’d come to learn that ASCENDANT are Initiates who have shown real skill. They’re now on the path of cultivation and they’ve done we

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

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."

Miles later, under a tree split in half by lightning years ago, I finally stopped. My hands shook as I opened the book, i flipped the pages fast. The letters seemed to shift when I stared too long, like they were alive. Near the middle, I found what I’d been searching for: “Ascension of the Apex.” The words promised power bigger than any wolf, bigger than any man. The power to become the thing that made hunters afraid. Beneath that, in small red letters, was a warning but I didn’t fucking care. Then I saw Dad’s face, his eyes going empty, his hand slipping from mine, his last whisper: “Live, Lucas.”