Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

Lord Nicholas held out his hand to the staircase, “You’ll find her upstairs, I believe.” When Ben climbed the stone staircase, he smelled the scent of apple pie when he reached the top. He followed his nose through the library filled with ancient books and statues until he came to a rounded wooden door. He pushed it open to find Anna, Imara and Eliza sitting at a table near a window with the setting sun illuminating them. Imara looked up at Ben and smiled then said, “We’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart. Welcome home.” Ben smiled as his eyes fluttered open until he realized he was alone in bed. He sat up and looked around then heard Imara and Haldir in the yard outside. Ben rubbed his head

“How do you know about Ashfall?” Lucien’s smile thinned. “You think I don’t have ears in the Archive? The moment you touched the Book of Beasts, my seers choked on their own breath. One of them drew Nullastra’s crest in ash before she passed out. You didn’t just read a prophecy. You ignited one.” “And you want in,” she said flatly. “I need in.” His voice lost its jest. “Because if this… creature is real, this Nullastra, then every kingdom, every council, every blood-drunk monarch will want her. And you? You’ll be the key they come for first.”

Kade recoiled slightly at the sight, envy twisting into rage. The assassin recovered, dagger gleaming again, stepping closer with lethal precision. “Ascendant,” they hissed, “you cannot hide behind him forever. Your power belongs to me. You will not survive without surrendering it.” Lyra felt her chest constrict, Ascendant magic surging higher, white-gold flames licking her arms and shoulders, threatening to consume everything around her. She pressed herself harder against Rylan, letting the heat, the power, the desire fuse into a weapon.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

She flinched. Alessandro turned to her sharply. “What?” “Did you say something?” “No.” She wrapped her arms around herself. The whisper returned, weaving through her like silk soaked in blood. “One hundred beneath you. One hundred for you. The last completes the crown.” She shot to her feet, stumbling. The stone felt like it shifted under her. When she regained her balance, she wasn’t entirely sure the room hadn’t shrunk. “Something’s wrong,” she said. “I don’t feel well.”

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."

I can't believe that my little Niece had summoned the courage to talk to me this way! "If I am not qualified to be the heir, then who is? Is it you? "Yes it's me!" Ravens replied back to him with a sad tone. Already frustrated on why uncle was behaving this way. All uncle could do was to burst into more laughter on hearing Raven replied to his questions. "And you think I will allow a little rat like you to be the Heir?" I was feeling really bad with the way my uncle was treating Raven at the moment. Grandmother wasn't saying anything to their argument, all she could do was to remain silent, biting her fingers. I walked up to Raven then held her hands, trying to show my support to her and she

It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear. Aspen pulled down a notebook and turned to face them. "I'll need those titles for my TBR, please?" What did he say? Had Lumen noticed? How were they proceeding? If Aspen had read her mother's book, if she still had it, that was good, right? He licked his lips. The sooner they figured all of this out, the quicker he could get Lumen out of here. "Hey, I recognize that one." He put his elbows on the desk and pointed at Nabanita's book. "Isn't that one about a woman who grew up a Creedite?"

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.