Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

Before Israel knew he was face to face with a murderous tyrant. “If you dare lie to me about this you death sentence will only harshen” remarked Lord Henderson bitterly. “There is only one material that can be forged in to a weapon and is translucent, that is the Transcending Ice Crystal. It is said to be a relic of the past for no one has found any in the last century, the same can be said about the Eternal Depths Sapphire.” Lord Henderson began to wonder who could be a man that has such a weapon.

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

I replied coldly before taking the flight of stairs to my room. "I think we should refrain from talking about the mysterious girl around him for now, his moods always goes sour, maybe he would be better when she eventually wakes up." Thanks to my werewolf hearing I could hear Ava advice the rest as I made my way up the stairs. I surfed the internet for books related to descendants of the goddess and I saw one. It was about one of the descendants of the goddess. I purchased the book and read it, it was about the biography of one of the descendants, I found a place where she had discovered more about herself in a particular book.

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).

The apartment provided to Jasper was located in the far side of the vampire’s castle. The awe that he felt as the limousine drove high above the clouds up the winding mountainous road toward the enormous stone structure that looked as if it was floating in the sky still lingered. Had he not been so angry with his recently acquired benefactor, he might have been better able to appreciate the awesomeness of his new home and situation. As it was, he was having difficulty moving past what had happened to his assistant during their drive home.

"I know! But haven't you asked yourself why you don't yet have your Wolf? Why are you still able to do things only full wolves can do? Why were you able to write the words of the book when you were little?" "How did you know about.." "Amary, you may not understand this but Anika is actively searching for you. She needs you to be able to unlock her powers and fulfil her dream of becoming a goddess." "Anika? She's still alive after all these years?" "Her ambition won't let her die. She's the one who started the uprising hundreds of years ago. She desperately wanted to rule over all witch coven and become a god. She got greedy and even wanted to rule over wolves and mortals too and to do that,

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

"That's insane. I'm nobody. I grew up as a servant." "You're the granddaughter of a queen," the High Priest said quietly. "Your mother was Princess Amira, daughter of Queen Yasmin, the last ruler of House Rashad before the war. Your blood is as royal as any in this kingdom. More royal than the current dynasty, some would say." My head spun. This was too much. Too fast. "I need air," I said, and walked out of the healing chamber before anyone could stop me. I found a small courtyard with a fountain. Sat on the edge of it. Put my head in my hands.

I never said I wasn't into it, but in this situation, I couldn't bring myself to beg. "You want someone else?" I demanded, crossing my arms. His head snapped up, and his eyes shifted into golden, slit-like pupils. I yelped, stumbling forward and crashing into his chest. Those cold, otherworldly eyes locked onto me, glinting like polished gems. I pressed against his chest, my gaze darting. "Ch-Charles?" I stammered, wondering if it was a hallucination. This was some straight-up Beauty-and-the-Beast-level craziness. I could not process it.