Ascending Meme Novels & Stories

"Aunt Samantha, I need to change. Once the banquet starts, Father is going to announce my succession." My aunt gave my mother a look, and she quickly sided with my aunt. "It's fine, Milly. Go ahead. There's still time. You can come back and change in half an hour." With my mother's approval, Aunt Samantha quickly dragged me along and told me in excitement, "I heard everything already, and that Andy came to the banquet with another she-wolf. My friend's son is ten times better than him. That's the kind of mate you deserve."

Like a brand. But instead of pain, it spread like sunlight. A deep pulse of warmth, slow and electric, rolled through her body. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. Her breath came faster. Her lips parted. It was overwhelming and magnetic and impossible to resist. Her skin flushed, her body already soaking with need before her mind caught up to what was happening. Athena leaned back just enough to look down at the mark — a faint, glowing sigil now etched into Aria’s skin where the bite had landed. Her emblem. Permanent. Alive. Inked in light and divine intent.

With practiced precision, she painted intricate symbols across his forehead—ancient marks of recognition, spirals and crescents that bound him to the old ways. "I commend you, Deimon Ashworth, as Ashworth the Fifth and Tenth of your line. You have been ascended. The spirits accept you, Alpha Ashworth." The words emerged formal and final, carrying the weight of inevitability rather than blessing. "Took them long enough." Deimon rose to his feet, performing a shallow bow that bordered on insult. "Peace be with you, High Priestess." "Your ascension ceremony is due tomorrow at moonrise," Selene called after him. "Make proper preparations. The higher-ups want to see the grandson of the great Magn

Ace chuckled as if my question, or maybe his answer, amused him, "Fucking come for me before I change my mind about it." My body obeyed, the tension in my muscles springing free like a coil. The orgasm that held me in its clutches was vicious. It rippled through me, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that I had no business feeling. It felt wrong and yet, so God damned right. Ace's name was a chant upon my lips, praising him for the way he used my body and brought pleasure to it.

"Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine." Lisa's breath caught in her throat. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "The *Sopor Veritas*—it’s not just a plant, Lisa. It’s a doorway. When combined with the right elements, it can unlock the deepest recesses of the human mind, tapping into the power that lies dormant in all of us. Ace is special. He’s always been special, and with him, I can harness that power."

The parchment unfurled with a soft crackle, ink shimmering like molten gold. She read aloud: “By decree of the Three Thrones of Luminary—the Sun Throne of Solaris, the Moon Throne of Lunaris, and the Night Throne of Noctis—Princess Alessia Keren Endymion is hereby summoned to appear at the Imperial Conclave in seven days’ time for judgment, recognition, and ascension review.” Seraphine’s knees buckled. “Ascension?! Princess Alessia is sixteen!” Eryx groaned, “They’re out of their minds.”

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

They’re my priority now more than ever. Why would Cezar even want to get rid of Camellia? It makes no sense. He was my father’s youngest brother and significantly weaker than him. The only way to get the title of Alpha is to eat the heart of the previous one, but Cezar was too sickly to even bother with fighting my grandfather. So what the fuck is his angle here? The more I think about it, the more it drives me fucking crazy. Later, I find myself in the garden, watching Camellia with Nereo. Aeron and Morana are there too, and it warms my heart to see them interacting. Nereo is laughing, chasing after Aeron, while Morana sits beside Camellia, talking quietly.

Damian POV The invitation comes in a cream envelope with heavy paper and gold embossing, and my name is written in cursive so fancy I almost do not recognize it. I turn it over in my hands. No return address and no name. Just a date and a location and the word "black tie" at the bottom. Mark is sitting across from me in his office, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He watches me read it. "Who sent it?" I ask. "That is the question."

“The announcement will be made tomorrow. Once the world knows you’re the lead, everything’s going to change. Be ready for questions, scrutiny... maybe even some hate. Just be prepared.” Vespera’s smile stayed in place but became sharper. “Of course. I’m always ready.” A moment later, Jerry excused himself to chat with other colleagues, leaving Vespera to navigate the room on her own. She moved through the elite crowd like a swan gliding through dark waters. People stared, some with admiration, others with envy, but she brushed off their gazes. It was just part of the price for being stunningly gorgeous. Needing a moment of solitude, Vespera headed toward the terrace entrance. As she stepped