Ascendant Novel Novels & Stories

Vera's words stirred Charlie's curiosity. He quickly asked, “So, the one with the fate of the ascending dragon can ignore the laws of nature. Does that mean it's like what people say about ascension, where one can ascend like those in legends?" Vera chuckled and said, “Young Master, you're overthinking. Ascension is merely speculation derived from people's understanding of the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams. People often believe that by cultivating to a certain extent, they can ascend to another world, just like what we Easterners call the immortal realm or what Westerners refer to as the divine realm. However, according to my understanding of the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagra

The most complete ascension, or rainbow ascension, was considered the most perfect. However, there were some incomplete ascensions, each with its own method. Winston's grandfather and father's ascension fell under the dispersion category. The so-called dispersion involved reversing all one's strength at death and breaking through to ascend. That kind of ascension process caused significant harm and was a type of mutual destruction. Winston recalled the scene of his grandfather and father's dispersion. At the time, several words were scrawled on the ground. [Star Arcanum, Mystic Gales, spiritual alchemist. How dare the three earthbound immortals act against my grandfather and father?]

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

Under the luminous light of the moon towards the luxury chamber where the princess is stated a figure appeared out of thin air and jump from the window towards the sleeping baby and maidservant without an inch of noise coming from him , which makes him seem like a very dangerous person, but then all it did was stare at the princess as his red shoulder length hair flowed under the bright moon emphasizing its redness and attractiveness. Lyph felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and so decided to open her eyes because you know, babies tend to cry or play by herself when they woke up in the middle of the night, but, she is an exception of course she is a special kind of a baby, not that kind of sp

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

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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.

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

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.

The cold this evening is strange, soft, almost celebratory. It embraces me as if the world already knows the Caldara empire is about to lose its heir. I stand on the balcony of our home, looking over the estate my father has spent years building: the vineyards, the stables, the swimming pool, the row of luxury cars that glitter like the firmament in the sky, and my obsession, the blossoming farm plot. A life people fantasize about… and I am about to abandon it because of a guy with a promise of everlasting love and a soft voice that warms my heart with pleasure when I hear it.