Ascendant Novel Novels & Stories

My heart was thumping against my ribs. I saw Dmitri finish his conversation across the room. He was already looking for me. I only had seconds. Sebastian leaned in closer. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the coldness radiating off him. "Your father had a company once. It wasn't much, but it was his. Ascendant Arts. That was the name." "Ascendant Arts," I repeated, trying to commit the words to memory. "I’ve never heard of it." "Of course you haven't," Sebastian said. He kept his eyes on the twins as they began to move toward us. "The history books are written by the winners. But if you want the truth, you have to look at the ashes."

She paused for a moment before saying, "Is that okay with everyone?" Voices of consent rang into her ears and she nodded, forgetting that they couldn't see her before continuing. "The Asura Tower is one of the most protected and strongest fort. It has a higher advantage over us in terms of players since they will be on the defense. Most of their vanguards are knights are VIP 5 players. It won't be that hard for them to get rid of us if we don't play with a different technique. So, no rush. We will chew them out from their lowest force defense. The attic. They won't be expecting such approach if we're quick enough, we should be able to annex half of the tower in thirty minutes –"

"When did I ever say I'd pay your debts? You were the one who got greedy, chasing a quick buck. Why should I take the fall for your screw-up?" "You didn't say it? You were the one giving me your word, patting yourself on the chest. You were the one playing the good guy to win me over. And now you're backing out?" "Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself."

But the victory was short-lived. "You're too late," Myles whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The Ascendants were never just soldiers. They were the last phase in the Ascension Protocol. They’re designed to survive even your control, Evryn." Evryn’s stomach churned as she realized what he meant. The Ascendants weren’t merely tools. They were designed to adapt, to outlast any rewrites or attempts to control them. And in that moment, Evryn understood the true depth of the conspiracy she had uncovered. The Ascendants weren’t the last of Project Lux. They were the first of something far worse.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

she asked quietly. "Not all of them", James assured, "However the ones with the highest potential to keep balance will always be human", he stated weakly. "So Ascendants I'm assuming is some kind of magical gift?" Ash asked baffled. "Not quite", James answered biting his lip, "Ascendant; is both an adjective and a noun, as an adjective it means, a progenitor", he said, "Or someone from whom you are descended the most powerful or important or influential. As a noun it means, a position or state of being dominant or in control", he explained.

Even though I could sense and hear anything from steps away, I didn't realize I had company until a presence loomed behind me. When I finally turned, I found myself staring into the instructor’s widened eyes. “You… you did that?” Feline stammered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Impossible.” Murmurs rippled through the class as students pressed closer, craning their necks to see what I had drawn. Artifact Studies was the only class that we had with Ascendant. It was all about understanding magical weapons, enchanted relics, and objects tied to emotion or fire. I’d come to learn that ASCENDANT are Initiates who have shown real skill. They’re now on the path of cultivation and they’ve done we

she murmured. "You’re not," he said softly. "He’s trying to kill you slowly, to hollow you out before the knife ever touches you." Adrianna sank to the floor. "He’s already won." "No," Alessandro said firmly. "Not yet." Upstairs, the chapel felt different. It had always been baroque and oppressive, but now it seemed to breathe. The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room.

Everything she'd ever heard as myth, as legend, as bedtime stories told to frighten and fascinate — it was real, all of it, standing right in front of her with a cup of seven-hundred-thousand-dollar wine. "But," Jebediah said, his tone dropping half a note — slower, more careful, "it came with something. Something anyone outside this family would call... strange." Anna leaned in slightly. "How so?" "The Ascension Rite was never carried out." She frowned. "The Ascension Rite?"

"Patterns, cycles, prophecies, like you said. They never expected something that didn’t fit into their usual narratives." "Exactly," Achilles says, tapping his temple. "They’re used to fighting predictable wars. But the Ascendants? They don’t play by the rules." He shifts slightly, wincing. "And now, here we are, playing catch-up while they gain ground." I study him carefully. He looks… better. Not great, but better. The color in his face isn’t as ghastly as before. The wound, though still troubling, doesn’t seem to be eating away at him as viciously.