Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Elijah who seems to have received some bad news and I can't even describe his frown. "Ales," he promised me and for some reason I couldn't explain I was nervous. "We had that augury thousands of years ago, but no one could decipher it. We looked for the book in the ancient language of Wysteria, but we couldn't find anything. It remained a mysterious message and became a bad omen every time we heard it, even if we didn't understand it. what it wants to convey. But we found that there is a way to understand those words, because they come from necromancers, who speak to the soul of every immortal," he promised me without taking my eyes off me. "You know who can understand the ancient word of Wy

she exclaims, unlocking the door. So much for alone time. I suppose, time with another mate, or two is quite nice as well. Asim and Hikaru enter and Hikaru’s eyes go wide. “How is she sparking like a fae?” Hikaru asks. “My great, great, great grandfather was a prince of the Snow Court,” she whispers. “I don’t see the sparkles, but I see a beautiful woman who promised me we could continue later and a pretty fae man who I want to know better,” Asim growls.

She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw. ‘The Council’s crimes’; ‘First dynasty of Ascended members’; ‘Bloody Peace: a review on the most atrocious acts of the Council’ Those were just some of the titles, but the table was still stacked with books they were yet to reach. Lady Cassie came back with a tray with three teacups and a teapot and smiled at them gently. “Oh, how wonderful, you chose my favorite!” “Cassie, what is the meaning of this? How did you know?”

I guess though he was a dragon he didn't even know how powerful his own race was. I wondered how much he even knew about the others species. Its a Scary thing to be ignorant. No wonder he craved knowledge. I debated if I should tell him of the origins of the true blood vampires, I myself was one of the lucky few who possessed this knowledge after Abigail, Anna and I uncovered an old book in the former great witch Emma's, library. Secrets of the Balance. Written in the ancient tongue of Liria a language close to Latin, old in itself.

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.

The man is in his forties, with grey streaking his dark hair and a gold ring on every finger, and his smile is wide but does not reach his eyes. "Damian," he says. "I have heard good things." "I have not heard anything about you," I reply. The man laughs, a short barking sound. "I like that. Direct. No wasted words." He leans forward and folds his hands on the table. "My name is Anton. I move things like products, money, information, and things that need to go from one place to another without too many questions along the way." "Anton is a broker," Mark says from behind me. "He connects suppliers with buyers, and he takes a percentage and makes sure nothing gets lost."

The rest of the morning passed inside the estate's enormous library. Rain continued pouring outside. Thunder rolled occasionally across the hills. The weather made the room feel even cozier. Books lined every wall from floor to ceiling. Ancient demon histories sat beside human literature. Magic texts shared shelves with poetry. Adrian wandered through the aisles like a child in a candy store. "This place is incredible." Cassian watched him with obvious affection. "You've said that six times." "Because it's true." He pulled several books from a shelf. One immediately caught his attention.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard the crisp sound of someone cutting herbs nearby. I looked up—and there she was. Xina. Sitting at my bedside with that fake, sugary smile that never reached her eyes. "Poor big sister," she said sweetly. "You were never going to win." "Your Alpha mother, your Beta brother, your mate—they all belong to me. You're the extra wolf in this pack, the one who doesn't belong." Her eyes gleamed with malice.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.