Divergent Ascendant Book Novels & Stories

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

Alessia backed away, tears brimming in her eyes. “And what about me, Dad? What do I lose?” He looked at her then—not as a father but as a man drowning. “You’ll understand one day,” he murmured. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice love to protect what you love.” and our final decision is for you to marry Damon Scott. _______ (END OF FLASHBACK) _______ Dante was different from Damon. Even though she sees him as the devil that has come to destroy her life, he is nothing like Damon.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

It wasn't the heat of battle; it was the heat of an insult so profound it made my ancestors scream. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice sounding like a rasping gale. I tried to step forward, but the air around me turned into a wall of solid pressure. I was an Ascended Queen, a being who had just stared down a primordial god, yet I was being held back by a man who looked like he sold insurance.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard the crisp sound of someone cutting herbs nearby. I looked up—and there she was. Xina. Sitting at my bedside with that fake, sugary smile that never reached her eyes. "Poor big sister," she said sweetly. "You were never going to win." "Your Alpha mother, your Beta brother, your mate—they all belong to me. You're the extra wolf in this pack, the one who doesn't belong." Her eyes gleamed with malice.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

The enclosed space both intimate and overwhelming, a mixture of emotions filling the air. As the elevator began to ascend, Samuel's grip on the railing tightened, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind raced with questions, doubts clouding his thoughts. Could they really trust this place, these people? Abigail's hand found Samuel's, her fingers intertwining with his in a gesture of comfort. She could sense his apprehension, and her touch was a reminder that they were in this together. The elevator came to a stop, the doors opening to reveal a luxurious hallway. Simon gestured for the group to follow him, his steps confident as he led them through the estate.

"Her ambition won't let her die. She's the one who started the uprising hundreds of years ago. She desperately wanted to rule over all witch coven and become a god. She got greedy and even wanted to rule over wolves and mortals too and to do that, she had to become immortal. She was caught and another witch dared to stand up to her. Her name was Amary, you were named after her and that is because she was your mother's ancestor. You were born with her powers. This book was hers and it disappeared when she died, but when you were born, the book reappeared. We think you are her reincarnation, but you are also a wolf, your father's blood flows through your veins. Your identities are conflicting

It's curious to me to the bone what he needed from my brother Troy. "Oh I'm sorry again I guess since you were being reincarnated you didn't remember me. My name is Amadeus, I'm a prince of the southern perimeter of a vampire in the other dimension, yet when my parents died, that made me a king, because I was much stronger than the other 3 kings left in our dimension, which makes me the only one king in the four parts of the dimension. Do you understand? I defeat all of the kings of the other dimension that's lead me to be the one and only king that everyone scared off"