Ascendant Sign Novels & Stories

Using his dark abilities he silently moved into the corner behind a bookshelf sticking out with stacks of books on it. Danessa peering over the words, spoke slightly with her whisper, “And when the Coming of the Sun shifts into her full ascension, when the moon becomes but a shadow, only then can a blood caster born become the Supreme Ruler. She must bathe in the darkness of the moon under the shadow.”

Liam squinted when he recalled Andrew's shocked words. He had only heard about the different levels of martial artists from Howser. However, the concept of an Ascendant was entirely new to him. "An Ascendant of martial arts? What's a martial arts Ascendant?" He lowered his head and looked at Andrew, who lay on the ground, his face pale. "A martial artist who can manipulate inner energy is a Master, and one who can project this energy over five inches outside their body is an Ascendant!"

I watched as he began performing the ancient ceremony of ascension. "We have all gathered here today, to mark and witness the ascension and coronation of the Primordial, Kaden Delacourt, great descendant of the Moon goddess." The oracle says, "Kaden, do you accept this honor of being the one true Primordial Alpha King of the wolves and promise to rule with truth and wisdom?" He asks. "I choose to accept the responsibility of being Primordial Alpha, King of all werewolves. And I solemnly swear to lead in truth and wisdom." Kaden answered wholeheartedly and honestly. I was positive he would no doubt achieve his promises.

“I always will.” — The Sacred Assembly The courtyard was filled with warriors, elders, and council members as the ceremony commenced. Torches blazed along the arena’s perimeter, their flames dancing in the cool night breeze. At the center stood a circular dais carved with crescent moons and ancient sigils. Elder Marcus stepped forward, his voice resonating across the silent assembly. “Tonight, beneath the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, Zara shall undergo the Rite of Ascension. Should she succeed, she will be recognized as Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack.”

A few minutes later, the snake woman slithered gracefully and inched 3 meters closer to them, elevating their heartbeats even more. Fang flinched in fear, but when he looked into Creed's stern eyes, he calmed down. Running away might seem like the most logical option, but it was not. Ascension was not something ordinary, but a very private and a grand occurrence. To encounter a being ready to ascend was not something that happened daily. At least not for beasts. More than a phenomenon, it was a representation of awakening. The purification of the body. The reincarnation of a soul.

She must have looked at hers in a mirror. “The crown is for royalty, but not witch royalty, which you are, but on your father’s side…the strongest Alpha is also known as the Alpha of Alphas or Alpha King. That is you baby!” I say grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss. I keep my hands on her waist “The mark is almost Identical to the one your mother bares, except where she has a raven we have a phoenix. Phoenixes symbolize rebirth, rising from the ashes.” She laughs “it’s funny how my best friend is named Ashe and their wolf is named Phoenix and we have this symbol.”

"You can't say that for sure. What if we missed memorizing some?" "I would never miss any. No matter which sect they're from, I remember every arcane seeker who became ascendant." Seeing them start investigating the deity idol, the woman's eyes suddenly darkened, and she looked a bit unhappy. But quickly, she smiled again. "You're probably too young to have heard of this ascendant. He was called to ascension by the heavens themselves. His arcane powers are amazing. It's more like unofficial history." "Oh, really?" Aria seemed interested. "Is there an unofficial history like that? Being called to ascension by the heavens is pretty amazing. Could you tell us which sect this ascendant was from?

Havermouth, Present time “What f-king signs?” Aislen wondered. “Born in the year of the Griffin, maiden born in crone, on the day of Ash,” he replied. “Dreamer who will close the circle. Witch-taught but not wrought. Mother of blood and wolf. Four kings will worship at her breast. Storm, flood, and fires will herald her coming. The dead will rise, and the streets run with blood. It rhymes in the original tongue,” he added helpfully.

The village elder, a wise and weathered seer, revealed that the chosen champion would possess an extraordinary mark—a birthmark in the shape of a blazing sun. As the Ascendants listened, their eyes widened with realization. Jack, who had saved the falling baby, reached up to his neck and revealed a birthmark—a vivid sun emblem etched into his skin. The prophecy's weight settled upon Jack's shoulders as he grappled with the significance of his newfound revelation. The Ascendants rallied around him, offering support and encouragement, for they recognized the heroism he had already displayed. Embracing his destiny, Jack vowed to fulfill his role as the chosen champion, leveraging his incredible

“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.”