Ascendant Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The ones you never wished to see. Elara straightened, hiding her trembling hands in the folds of her gown. “You were not summoned,” she said, her voice cool as the moon. “We were summoned by silence,” the tallest witch replied, words echoing from beneath her veil like music from a closed box. Elara’s eyes narrowed. “Speak your purpose.” The witch in the middle tilted her head, the veil brushing her collarbone like a whisper. “Ascension comes with a crownless flame. But no queen burns without cost.”

He's quiet for a long moment, and I watch him work through something before he finally speaks again, hesitant in a way that makes my instincts sharpen with sudden unease. "I need to tell you something," he says. "About how The Ascendant actually started." "I'm listening." "It wasn't just anger," he says slowly. "Not just young Moonborn frustrated with caution we didn't choose to inherit. Someone helped it grow. Fed us information, ideas, framing that made supremacy feel like the obvious conclusion instead of something we arrived at on our own." I feel my whole body go still, understanding immediately the implications of what he's describing. "Who?"

I felt an experience I knew yet didn’t recognize as it echoed past traumas I had attempted to hide away in my mind. I hadn’t felt it in years. During the war against House Noctura I last experienced its presence when shadows moved and logic collapsed. The war with House Noctura left me with vivid traumatic memories that formed a chaotic tapestry bound together by desperate magical threads. The last moment an Ascendant lost control occurred when their power consumed their intention and their abilities transformed from salvation’s instruments into destruction’s messengers. The old scars pulsed with pain as I remembered the destruction their uncontrolled magic had caused.

''FRom my father he had a book with the title wasteland on it there was the things written there about this place '' he replied . '' On a book ? but how's that possible ? who wrote it ?'' asked the man getting up from the throne . '' I think that the writer was ' Evergreen ' '' he replied . '' Evergreen ? she wrote only two books an one of them is in our library and the other i had it did i lost it somehow ?'' he asked . '' I don't know but my father had it but unfortunately he has died so i can't ask him anything now '' replied Arthur .

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."

he replied cryptically, his voice filled with amusement. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but before I could press him further, a sudden dip in the terrain sent us plummeting toward the ground below. My heart leaped into my throat as we descended, but Lycidas's firm grip around me reassured me, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the chaos. And then we rose, spiraling upwards and catching ourselves in the air then diving back to dart between the trees quick as lightning. It was exhilarating. It was absolute madness.

“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.

As soon as they die, they turn into a burnt or desiccated body that catches fire and burns until it turns to ashes in the sun. 'Ascendant - Ascendants are vampires who have reached adulthood. They are the most frequent types of vampires that may be found anywhere in the globe today. As soon as they die, they decompose into a pile of ashes and bones, and when they come into contact with the sun, their skin peels off and they rust into ashes or just decompose into dust. Ascendants are between the ages of 50 and 300, depending on their zodiac sign.'

My phone kept buzzing with messages from that new employee. [Mrs. Hatcher, are you coming to the gala tonight?] [Haven't seen you around the office lately.] [I've got something special for you. You'll love it.] I stared at his avatar, my brows furrowing. "We barely know each other, and this guy just has no sense of boundaries. I'm a married woman, and he's coming on this strong." I vaguely remembered his name. Aldo Black was the new hotshot analyst who'd been strutting around the office.