Ascension Symptoms Novels & Stories

Clarisse sighed, " I don't know why, but yet, I do have a feeling of protection with him around; I feel secure and relaxed." The doctor nodded and jotted some things down, " from everything you've said, the hotness, goosebumps, and racing heart are all symptoms of sexual attraction", " Ehh?", she exclaimed, " Calm down ma'am, they are healthy symptoms and you'll have it especially when you're attracted to someone", " I'm not attracted to him, no way", " It's fine," he smiled, " you're currently in so much denial, but I'll prescribe some medications for you; it'll help you calm down and sleep well," he said intending to give her vitamin C.

The level slowly starting to rise higher and higher and I feel that I am no longer falling. It feels like I am suspended in the air, the red liquid begins to climb my body. It reaches my chest first before climbing to my neck and just as it is about to completely submerge me I fall again. This time falling into my own hospital bed. My eyes stay closed as I deeply inhale, needing to catch my breath and then the cherry and warm vanilla scent invades my mistrials but I am still unable to open my eyes. Come on Spencer, I think. It’s time to bring me home, bring me back to you.

Jace felt the same, the blood in his body at first stopped to flow through his veins. His head was banging seriously. His pupils almost popped out. He breathed with difficulty. His hands were shaking on their own. His body was numb and rigid, almost as if it went still. Jax was suffering from the same symptoms. He couldn't feel his body and his head was being hammered. The blood in his body was stiff. He felt cold and weak. The bones in his body were weak as well. He felt boneless and fragile. This was taking so long and it was also taking their sanity away from them.

Jameson looked up at the exquisitely luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He felt like he was spinning, but this sensation of weightlessness unexpectedly made him feel comfortable. "But I can't... If I don't inject it for some time, my withdrawal symptoms... are more terrifying than drug withdrawal."

Achilles walks beside me, his movements stiff, controlled, too controlled. His shoulders are tight, his eyes scanning everything and everyone. His head tilts slightly, nostrils flaring as he subtly takes in scents around him. He’s on edge. More than usual. I feel it too. The weight of something unseen pressing in on us. The knowledge that someone, somewhere, could be watching. The Ascendants aren’t just a story now. They’re real. And they’re close.

The first symptom appeared three nights after he crossed. He was drifting through the grey expanse between realms — the dead place where fallen gods waited — when he noticed a warmth in his chest that had not been there before. Not painful. Not yet. Just warmth, like an ember taken from a fire and placed somewhere it had no business burning. Steady. Persistent. Impossible to ignore. He pressed his hand against his sternum and felt it pulse. The curse, confirming itself.

I went in, found an empty cubicle, and did my business and then I stood inside it for a moment with the door closed and my back against it and my eyes shut. The dizziness had passed completely now. But it had been the worst one in days — sudden and sharp and total, the kind that reminded me that whatever I was feeling lately was sitting on top of something that had not gone away just because I had been feeling better. The doctor's words from this morning moved through me quietly. The symptoms will intensify. The closer we get to the end. I pressed my lips together and breathed in slowly through my nose. Then I opened my eyes, opened the cubicle door, and went to the sink.

These are like muscle spasm cramps that reach to my toes and make me want to pass out. My breathing is starting to get shallow. My stomach is twisting in knots. My head is starting to sweat. My eyes are flashing bright lights. I think I'm going to throw up. I rush to the bathroom, but I don't make it as everything is expelled from my stomach. I don't even remember hitting the ground.

Hypersensitivity to the supernatural partner's scent. Difficulty concentrating or functioning normally. A feeling of distance from the world, as if part of oneself is missing. I read the list three times. Every single symptom. Every single one applied to what I'd been experiencing for the past three weeks. My hands were shaking when I set down my coffee. This was crazy. This was fiction. This was just some website full of paranormal romance enthusiasts who'd constructed elaborate mythology around something that didn't exist. But what if it did? I thought about everything I'd seen. Everything I'd dismissed.

The world beyond our wards shifted too, I felt it like muscle memory returning to a limb long unused. Thresholds would open again. Hunters would return. And something far older was turning its gaze fully toward us. I stood at the window, watching fog curl through the valley, and allowed myself one steadying breath. “Let them come,” I murmured. Behind me, I felt Kael, Ren, and Azrael close ranks without a word. This wasn’t a siege anymore. It was an ascension trial. And I would not fail it.