Book Jupiter Ascending Novels & Stories

Waiting. I pick up my pen. The ink flows dark against the paper. Three days. I stop. Read the words. They look smaller than they feel. The buyer wants his money. I do not have it. Jerald does. I set the pen down and lean back in my chair. The ceiling has a crack in it. I have never noticed it before. It runs from the light fixture to the wall, thin and jagged, like a vein. I stare at the crack for a long time.

“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.”

“Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …” “Ascension Summoning?” Instead of replying, Eli opened the golden book, releasing a glowing white sphere that had the size of a fist, now floating around her. “Your Highness, meet my Ascendant, Arch.” Arth’s mouth parted open, not knowing what to say.

Something darker. Her twin frowned. “What… is that?” Lyla didn’t answer. She just stepped forward. And then The sky cracked. A blood-red slash split the clouds above. The Blood Moon had begun to rise. Two days early. Jonas smirked. “Looks like the forest chose a side.” Lyla’s power surged, and the air turned electric. She screamed and the world answered. The scream that tore from Lyla’s throat wasn’t just fury. It was awakening. The ground shivered beneath her feet. Cracks laced through the altar stones. Magic pure and wild exploded outward in a shockwave of violet and obsidian flame.

Not data on a server, but etched into the failing synapses of a man's brain. "Edward is gone. His empire is dust. But the work... the pure, beautiful logic of the work... remains. It has been sleeping. You, with your little song, woke it up. The 'Ascension' of your pet god sent a shockwave through certain... resonant systems. It stirred Julian. It stirred the work."

At the center stood a massive stone pedestal, and atop it lay an ancient book, bound in dark leather, its cover pulsing with a faint blue light. I stepped forward, drawn to it. This was the heart of the prophecy. As my fingers brushed the cover, the book responded—flaring to life with light that flooded the room. Visions erupted in my mind, vivid and unstoppable, showing me the truth I had been chasing all along.

Victoria and Alexander, now immersed in the ascending communion, felt a profound connection to the cosmic forces shaping their destiny. As the ascending communion reached its zenith, the celestial pinnacle began to emanate an ethereal luminescence. The symbols and constellations glowed with an ascending brilliance, revealing encoded messages that spoke to the couple's very essence. Celestial beings and astral landscapes responded to the ascending currents, and the celestial echoes projected visions of elevated realms and intertwined destinies.

Sophia said, tightening her arms around him. Tornado smiles hugging her back. *** Megan sighs anticipating whether to enter Jupiter's room or not. She heard she had woken up already and wanted to apologize to her. "Jupiter loves strawberries, she can go crazy for it" Jacqueline's voice echoes in her ear. Megan sighed and looked at the fresh red strawberries in the tray she was holding, and entered the room "Who're you?" Jupiter asked, since Megan was backing her. Megan turns to face her.

Jennifer felt defeated, her sighs coming out weak and breathless. When she looked up, our eyes met from across the second floor. She quickly looked away and scurried out of sight. I put my wine glass down and headed downstairs. In the shadows, Jennifer was standing alone, taking a deep, weary breath. "What are you doing here?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Jennifer stood there, stiff as a board. "Nelson..." Seeing me again, her usual pride and self-importance had all but vanished, replaced by a look of careful vigilance.

my brother whispered, his voice tight with worry, "Lisa just had her kidney removed... are we really going to release the soulbloom spores during the next full moon?" Soulbloom. That’s what they called the vision-sharing herbs. Tiny, silver-dusted flowers that only bloomed under the full moon and released spores capable of connecting minds. For one night, whoever inhaled them could see another's memories—feel what they felt, live what they lived. There was a long silence. Then my mother's voice, choked with fake sorrow: "We have to. Lisa was supposed to mate with Alpha Kain. Her reputation has to be destroyed—only then will he accept Xina."