Divergent Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

Her mates encircled her, cocks hard and dripping. Draven claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, his thick cock pressing against her belly. Lorien dropped low, spreading her thighs and devouring her cunt with long, knowing strokes of his tongue. Sable pressed behind her, fingers plunging deep into Vespera’s ass while sucking marks into her neck. The call for Ascension rang through every layer of the Song. We four manifested instantly, our presence igniting the spire.

I never said I wasn't into it, but in this situation, I couldn't bring myself to beg. "You want someone else?" I demanded, crossing my arms. His head snapped up, and his eyes shifted into golden, slit-like pupils. I yelped, stumbling forward and crashing into his chest. Those cold, otherworldly eyes locked onto me, glinting like polished gems. I pressed against his chest, my gaze darting. "Ch-Charles?" I stammered, wondering if it was a hallucination. This was some straight-up Beauty-and-the-Beast-level craziness. I could not process it.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

It’s the way her sundress clings softly to her frame, the color complementing her skin like it was made for her alone. It is the sound of her voice, that light, melodic, dangerously soothing…. “Who is that?” Pandora whispers beside me. Only then do I realize I have stopped walking. Shit. I clear my throat again, masking the pause. “That,” I say calmly, though my eyes remain fixed on her, “is my newest consort. Aysel.” Pandora stares openly. “She’s beautiful. Like a goddess.”

" I told you you will pay for not finding her! Suddenly a pain shot through him and he dropped to his knees. Breathing heavily he stayed still for a few minutes. His head shot up realizing the meaning of it. He got up quickly and ran to his office. A crystal ball on his desk that is normally clear is now filled with black and white smoke, swirling around each other. A terrifying smile showed up on his awfull burnt look face. 'So, my dear Queen, you finally evolved. Your true identity will be known soon. And you will be by my side' He said to no one in particular. He wil have his heirs running around here in no time. With her by his side and a few drops of her blood to bring back Asura. The o

Marigold I spent the next couple of days avoiding the real world while Rias was gone, living vicariously through the characters in my latest novel, “Rebel Rising: The Lost Alpha’s Mate.” Asher checked in with me frequently, bringing me food and taking the time to put a smile on my face before he left each morning. He’d been in and out during the daytime hours, busy helping Reese out in preparation for the impending clash between species, and I think he even mentioned something about speaking with the bear shifter about the serum he’d created for detecting the wolves or bears who were utilizing the scent blocking technology.

A small trickle of blood came from her nose and her skin was as pale as the silver of her dress. Brother? What the fuck is this guy talking about? ‘Listen.’ Arcas spoke ‘I think you need to hear this. He is not lying.’ “Fine.” I agreed reluctantly. “You see, son, the night you were conceived, I had been with a witch. A beautiful woman, the palest shade of blond I have ever seen and the most beautiful violet eyes, a whore of a woman, but still the most beautiful creature I have seen” he said, winking at me. “There was only one other that was more beautiful. With her raven hair and dark eyes.” I saw a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced over the two women.

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

He stiffens, gold flaring dangerously bright, half-shifted wolf pressing instinctively against her, both protective and aching with want. “You’re insane,” Rylan breathes, voice strained, gold in his eyes pulsating like fire. “I’m Ascendant,” she whispers, letting the bond pulse, letting him feel everything she feels. “And I choose you, Rylan. Here. Now. Always.” The room vibrates with the energy of the Veil, the presence of Kade, and the bond’s ferocity. Lyra presses closer, lips brushing his collarbone, shoulders, trailing down with teasing, deliberate intent. Every touch, every movement, sends heat spiraling through both of them, a fire that is untamed, consuming, and dangerous.

“You provoked her.” Aria pressed a hand to her chest, trembling. “I can’t—control—it—Erevan—” Her voice trembled, layered with that strange echo again. The ground beneath her began to glow faintly—silver symbols swirling beneath her feet. Ancient. Alive. Recognizing her. The Councilors recoiled in horror. “Prophecy symbols—!” “She’s the Ascendant—!” “She’s waking—!” Erevan’s eyes snapped toward them. “What did you just say?”