Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

Naura tried to calm her mother, who was upset to hear her story. Naura thought about how she could get a tutor from the school. She tried to find information about the school's tutors. Naura is sure there must be someone who wants to conspire with her. Naura got one of these bad traits from her father. However, Naura is a descendant of Gibson, so one of his bad traits will inevitably be owned by him. When Naura was busy contacting someone to find information, suddenly, a sound was heard behind her. The familiar voice made her immediately end the call. "Hopefully, what I hear is wrong."

They began to uncover fragments of a larger plan, a nefarious scheme that involved not just the crystal's power but the very fabric of existence itself. With each step, their path became clearer, and their purpose solidified. The Ascendants were no longer a scattered group of individuals; they were a united force, fueled by compassion, and driven by the belief that even in the face of darkness, light would prevail. And so, the journey continued, with the Ascendants inching ever closer to their final confrontation with Damien. Along their arduous journey, they encountered enchanted forests teeming with mystical creatures, treacherous mountains that tested their resilience, and desolate wastel

*This is why we survived. But Ravel's shout shatters the vision. "Kelly! Don't-!" She's too late. --- **The Communion** The throne's light floods me, fusing with the static. The Bastion's roots surge into my veins, its memories becoming mine. I see the garden's birth-a cosmic entity forged to nurture, twisted by mortal fear into the Bloom, the Seeds, the Hunger. Alaric kneels, tears in his eyes. "It's chosen you. The first **Ascendant**."

“And the seventh?” Her tone dropped. “Rank Seven, it's called... Ascendant Prime.” I felt goosebumps. “It’s not official. Not listed on any Academy board but everyone’s heard of it. The legends say it was created for beings who transcend the usual magical limits, divine-blooded, resurrected gods, or hybrids so unstable they become… something else.” She looked at me carefully. “Some say no one’s reached it. Some say… a few have but they either disappeared or were locked away.”

Charlie said, “I just met my grandparents’ family. My eldest uncle mentioned that my father happened to obtain a book called the Preface to the Apocalyptic Book. Although my eldest uncle didn't know what was written in the book, he remembered my father often mentioned terms like the ‘fate of the ascending dragon’. I once heard Master Lennard say that people's destinies can be categorized into different destinies such as the fate of the python and the fate of the dragon, but I didn't know what the fate of the ascending dragon is.”

"By uniting our kind. By reminding the world of the strength running through our veins. And by reclaiming what is ours — by fire, by blood, and by magic.” --- With Selene absent, I focused my attention on the big grimoire laid across the pedestal in the middle of the room. It was an ancient book, passed down from generation to generation of witches, containing spells and rituals that had long been forgotten. I reached in its pages, freezing on a ritual that made my spine tingle. “The Rite of Ascendancy,” I whispered, fingers tracing the words. It was a magic of unparalleled potency, the kind of spell that would extend my might to heights unheard of in creation. But it demanded tremendous pre

Eli’s Ascendant grew larger, growing arms and head and wings. Arth’s eyes widened amidst the bright light in front of him. He glimpsed a white horse with wide wings. Chills hit his entire body. So this … is the true form of an Ascendant. Elicantris had explained to him that Ascendants were the first beings that existed after the Age of the Empyreal Gods. Their means of passing over their power was through reincarnation to keep their purpose of protecting all life against evil. They had the freedom to choose whom they could be reborn into … whom they could grow old with. Elicantris also said that in every reincarnation of Ascendants, they would lose all their memories about themselves and the

It was all falling together but it was also too late. The woman in red stepped up, “Well, well look at you. The Crimson Priestesses is it? The last descendant of Estrid.” I heard some of the red wolves gasping as they realized who I was. “It’s a pity we didn’t kill you like your traitorous father and mother years ago.” “Don’t you dare speak of my grandmother whoever you are!” I growled back at her. “You are nothing compared to her!”

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

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.