Ascension Symptoms Novels & Stories

It was tradition, though, and as I well knew, tradition could not be escaped or even delayed. When the night of the Blood Moon finally came, and I followed the attending nobles out onto the hillside where the Rite of Ascension would take place, the strange electricity that had overcome me during the first ceremony took hold again. It was a kind of solemn reverence, not far from what I imagined a spiritual hysteria felt like.

"He says he's a ghost." Cross laughed, the sound warm and indulgent. "Mr. Ashford has a unique relationship with reality. Part of his therapeutic journey involves distinguishing between metaphor and literalism. When he says he's a ghost, he's expressing his disconnection from the physical world. His feeling of being untethered from conventional existence." "He doesn't have a pulse." "Many of our patients experience psychosomatic symptoms. Mr. Ashford's circulation issues are well-documented. We monitor him closely."

Timeline: Eleven years after wedding The flu arrived on a Monday, which was already the worst day by most metrics, and settled into Cassian with the determination of something that had found a rare and interesting host. Demons did not get sick. This was, in Cassian's experience, one of the more reliable facts about demon physiology, which made the Monday morning development of symptoms not only unpleasant but personally offensive. He sat up in bed and took internal inventory. Elevated temperature, which for a demon who ran cold meant he was approximately human body temperature, which felt fever-hot. Aching, which was new. An overall quality of wrongness that he could not locate precisely bec

Sierra noticed and swept the area with her spiritual sense but sensed nothing out of the ordinary. "Master, what's wrong?" she asked. "A contact from the fifth level said someone just ascended," Carla replied as she turned to face her. "Was it just now? I didn't sense anything," Sierra said, clearly surprised. Unlike the earlier levels, the fifth level required a breakthrough in cultivation to pass. When one ascended, it would always be accompanied by a dramatic celestial phenomenon. Sierra quickly checked the report from their informant on the fifth level. Judging by the timestamp, it should have been just moments ago.

It was the kind of sound you might miss if you weren't listening closely, but once noticed, it wrapped around her senses like a slow, steady lullaby. The realm stretched wide and open, endless yet undefined, like standing at the edge of forever with no horizon to mark its bounds. There was no sky above to frame the space, no ceiling to confine it, only an expanse that dissolved seamlessly into nothingness, a vast blank canvas suspended beyond time. Beneath her feet, there was no solid ground — no earth, stone, or familiar texture — only the suggestion of something unseen, holding her weight as if by magic. The floor was a whisper, a delicate balance between substance and void, and each step

"Should we go to the hospital?" Mo Xin Er didn't hear much and only caught on to the word 'hospital'. Her eyelashes trembled. She wanted to object but was unable to bring herself to talk. She could hear Fan Liuying pacing around the room. She seemed to be talking to someone on phone. She could feel herself becoming more lightheaded by the moment and every word she heard felt like the buzzing of flies in her ear. She wanted to talk; say something to Fan Liuying. Reassure her that she would be fine. But she suddenly felt as if she was being pulled and the next moment, she couldn't feel anything anymore and blacked out.

I couldn’t explain these feelings, but I already felt more connected to him. “Your body will heat up,” he said looking back up at me, “It’s like your body will fight the transition, like a reaction to the serum that is causing the transition.You might feel high or delirious, like you hear voices or see things. Sometimes the body wins, but all it does is result in shutting down and killing the person. But that is very rare.” I nodded as he spoke. This sort of made sense to me. Science wasn’t really my strong subject, but then this was a mix of science and magic. Not that I had any experience in magic, either.

"Ansel, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" "I feel uncomfortable inside." Ansel replied, struggling to cope with the changes in his body. The stimulation from the aphrodisiac spread throughout Ansel's body, making him feel like fiery particles were spreading through every cell. His senses become heightened, sounds become clearer, and light becomes brighter. Ansel had never felt like this before. It wasn't due to alcohol intoxication; Ansel was sure of that. He rarely drinks to excess and always maintains that habit in moderation. "You must have had too much to drink. Hurry up and go rest in your room," Mrs. Hani advised.

**The Strange Sickness** Aria awoke to an insidious wave of weakness, a heavy fog settling over her limbs and pinning her to the bed. The world around her swayed unsettlingly, each flicker of light from the window disorienting. When she attempted to sit up, a fierce and nauseating lurch rose within her, forcing her to collapse back onto the comforting yet unyielding mattress. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, each pulse feeling like a distant drum signaling an uninvited storm.

I shouted again. The feeling of suffocation increased with every minute that passed in that place. I also had chest discomfort, nausea and abdominal discomfort. I noticed that my legs were beginning to lose their instability and the feeling of dizziness was slowly increasing. I hugged myself as I noticed I was shivering. Feeling tingling in my legs, I fell to my knees on the floor of the elevator and as best I could, I leaned against the wall, while holding one hand to my chest. "You'd better calm down," he advised me.