Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't the heat of battle; it was the heat of an insult so profound it made my ancestors scream. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice sounding like a rasping gale. I tried to step forward, but the air around me turned into a wall of solid pressure. I was an Ascended Queen, a being who had just stared down a primordial god, yet I was being held back by a man who looked like he sold insurance.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

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

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

“If a person’s comprehensions do not match the speed of their promotion, and they end up ascending before filling the Token of Authority, they ascend as Ascenders. If they fill the Token of Authority before their ascension, they ascend as gods. As for False Ascenders, they are those that barely filled a third of their token before ascending. And unlike True Ascenders who can keep on filling their Tokens to attempt entering the realm of godhood, False Ascenders have no such privilege. Once they ascend in their false states, their progress is barred.”

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.

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

Even my father, who had always been dignified and stern, could not stop his eyes from turning red. Meanwhile, I had to spend every day training to take over as the next Lycan Queen with Andy no longer disturbing me. Soon, the day arrived for my father to announce me as the new Lycan King. Many guests had already arrived outside the pack. My mother brought me the clothes and crown I would have to wear to the banquet. Then, she said, "Milly, Andy is here. However, he has another she-wolf with him." "I guessed as much," I said.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

I finished, clutching the book tightly. He looked surprised at first, then understanding flooded his eyes as he nodded, allowing me to do my thing. I walked over to one of the tables in the library, placing the book on top of it. I can't lie, I was really excited to see what she has written in this book. Out of all the spell books I've read, especially the big one Dan gave me, written by ancestral witches, none of them were really written by Ameris. The only exception was some of her "creation" spells she had inputted in the book. Other than that, there was nothing else.