Ascendant Book Divergent Novels & Stories

Celeste (out loud, to the orchard, to the sea, to whatever gods are listening): “Come at me with your floods and your tridents, fish-dad. I’ve got family that’s 83% seawater and 100% done with your drama.” Dacia actually laughs this time (real, bright, proud). Dacia: *Keep that attitude. You’re going to need it.* The tide rises higher. Class is just getting started. And I’ve got a new cheat code: Turns out blood really is thicker than water… but it still knows how to swim. STEAM & SHADOW Book 4: The Mountains That Kneel

The creature reveled in these tormented memories, feeding upon them—growing stronger with each recollection. Sinking to her knees, Autumn felt the Book of her ancestors flare against her chest, pulsating with primal energy. The coin—Luma’s coin—seared into her palm, merging painfully with her skin. A glowing sigil materialized around her, encircled by radiant white fire that flickered with ethereal vitality. Then, she rose, not by intention, but by the inexorable pull of instinct. The Book opened in midair, its pages turning as if caught in a mystical storm. From her lips emerged a voice that was not her own:

I answered, holding her until the silver mark on her wrist flared again. Ashina’s voice cut through the courtyard before my sister could answer. “If you want the first book, Daciana, then follow me before Father takes the child and closes every door.” Every wolf went still. Adolphus’s blood smoke recoiled slightly, and that told me more than any promise Ashina could have made. The first Blood Feather book mattered. Maybe it mattered enough to make fear honest. (Ashina POV) I ran through Blackfang’s lower passage with Daciana behind me, and every step felt like walking deeper into the mouth of my own grave.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

"What's even more peculiar is that the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book led my father to the Apocalyptic Book and taught him the technique of Fate Extraction, while the Apocalyptic Book can only be unlocked by someone with the Ascended Dragon Fate. My father's subsequent experiences gradually forced him into a position where he had no choice but to sacrifice himself to protect me. This compelled him to transfer his fate to me and arrange for Raymond to deliver the Apocalyptic Book to me 20 years later. Do you think this might all be part of an elaborate trap?" A trace of horror flashed across Vera's face. Her eyes widened as she blurted out, "Are you implying that all of this was deliberately

“I didn’t realize phoenixes trained like wolves.” Nalia crossed her arms. “We do when there’s something worth fighting for.” She gave him a look that said you before moving on. The path curved toward a spiraling tower that hovered several feet off the ground, supported by heatwaves and magic alone. It shimmered like glass dipped in sunlight. “The Spire of Ash,” she said. “It’s the main library and archive. It holds every prophecy, spell, and historical record of the phoenixes. If it was said, written, or set on fire, it’s stored there.”

I can't hear or see anything but I can feel his dick sliding in and out of my hole quickly and his hands on my shoulders tightly. I feel myself be lifted up and I take a deep breath as my head comes out of the water. I open my eyes as I breathe heavily and see Master looking down at me with a hungry look, his cock pounding into my hole. He puts his hand on my throat this time and pushes me back under, the water surrounding me as I manage to get a small breath in my lungs.

* I am the one who sees. The golden field didn't just open; it **recognized** me. "**WELCOME HOME, MISS VANCE,**" the Elevator’s AI announced. The doors slid open. We tumbled inside just as a volley of "Underwriter" missiles hit the Loading Dock, turning the skiff—and the "Adjuster" inside it—into a fireball. --- ## Chapter 77: The Ascent to the Sarcophagus The Elevator didn't feel like movement; it felt like the world was being pulled away from us. Through the glass walls of the pod, I watched New Zurich shrink into a grid of flickering lights, and then into a grey smudge on the surface of a dying planet.

“I’m Alpha King Heir Damon Barlowe.” Gabriel gives the sign of respect, at least as well as he can manage to do so in his frail state. Frankly, I’m surprised he can stand. “How can our modest village help the heir to the throne?” “We’re looking for a woman who was kidnapped,” I say, not bothering to introduce myself but in too much of a hurry to care. “She has long, curly black hair and blue eyes. Have you seen her?” Gabriel neither confirms nor denies seeing Daphne, though a few of the people who are brave enough to walk up to us react as though they know who I’m talking about.