Genetic Ascension Novels & Stories

"Define those." "Power source is massive magical energy. Enough to fuel the transformation. Vessel is the body that will undergo ascension. Catalyst is the spark that binds everything together and initiates the change." He shifted, wincing at the pain. "In most historical records, ascension rituals failed because they couldn't gather enough power. The magic required is astronomical." "But a baby with two souls," I said slowly. "One of them being Silverthorne royalty with accumulated centuries of power. That's a power source."

“Explain.” Maris looked almost pleased. “The Alpha line has been weakening for generations. Power diluted. Instinct softened. The ritual did not just bind mates. It merged blood authority.” Cold realization spread through me. “You tried to fuse our strengths.” “Yes.” “And destabilizing it now?” She tilted her head. “Forces the true merge.” Kael’s eyes widened. “You’re trying to trigger a forced Ascension.” The word hung heavy. Ascension. I had heard of it only in old stories.

“And the seventh?” Her tone dropped. “Rank Seven, it's called... Ascendant Prime.” I felt goosebumps. “It’s not official. Not listed on any Academy board but everyone’s heard of it. The legends say it was created for beings who transcend the usual magical limits, divine-blooded, resurrected gods, or hybrids so unstable they become… something else.” She looked at me carefully. “Some say no one’s reached it. Some say… a few have but they either disappeared or were locked away.”

With practiced precision, she painted intricate symbols across his forehead—ancient marks of recognition, spirals and crescents that bound him to the old ways. "I commend you, Deimon Ashworth, as Ashworth the Fifth and Tenth of your line. You have been ascended. The spirits accept you, Alpha Ashworth." The words emerged formal and final, carrying the weight of inevitability rather than blessing. "Took them long enough." Deimon rose to his feet, performing a shallow bow that bordered on insult. "Peace be with you, High Priestess." "Your ascension ceremony is due tomorrow at moonrise," Selene called after him. "Make proper preparations. The higher-ups want to see the grandson of the great Magn

"Not as destroyer but as restorer. Reality before consciousness, potential before pattern. Your daughter's beautiful transformation provides perfect opportunity." Luna's stations synchronized in horror. "I'm being used to unmake reality?" "Being used to free reality," the Null corrected. "From consciousness, from structure, from the terrible burden of existence. Isn't non-being more peaceful than your endless struggles?" Through divine perception, I saw the trap. If we stopped ascensions completely, those already partially transformed would be torn apart. If we continued, we'd empty mortal realm of defenders. "We need ascension regulations that filter intention," I said, shaping divine autho

Now, the grove called to me like a distant memory, pulling me toward it as if the answers I sought lay buried beneath its soil. The trees swayed in the wind, whispering secrets as I entered the clearing. In the center stood a massive stone altar, cracked and weathered by time, but still pulsing with dormant energy. I could feel it beneath my skin—an electric hum, ancient and alive. This place belonged to the Nightshade bloodline. It belonged to me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and pressed my palms to the cold stone. A strange warmth bloomed in my chest, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. The grove responded to me, stirring to life as though waking from centuries of sleep.

“But that name no longer suits me. I… we… remember.” “Remember what?” Evryn asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. He tilted his head, eerily human. “Everything.” A memory surged through Evryn’s mind, not her own, but tethered through the synthetic web—the neural net linking the Ascendants. She saw flashes of labs, experiments, pain. Human children being tested, infused with synthetic DNA. Forgotten. Left behind. They weren’t just machines built from scratch. They were rescued human subjects, once part of failed experiments—salvaged and reengineered into the Ascendants.

Even though I could sense and hear anything from steps away, I didn't realize I had company until a presence loomed behind me. When I finally turned, I found myself staring into the instructor’s widened eyes. “You… you did that?” Feline stammered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Impossible.” Murmurs rippled through the class as students pressed closer, craning their necks to see what I had drawn. Artifact Studies was the only class that we had with Ascendant. It was all about understanding magical weapons, enchanted relics, and objects tied to emotion or fire. I’d come to learn that ASCENDANT are Initiates who have shown real skill. They’re now on the path of cultivation and they’ve done we

(others teased Logan and Rose as they laughed) THE FOLLOWING MORNING CHRIS: So, Rosie ROSE: Rose LOGAN: (dips a chocolate in his mouth) I can't believe you still get annoyed at that ANYA: So babyish (Claire snickers) ROSE: (shot Anya and Claire a glare) Whatever (drank her coffee) CHRIS: Where on Earth did you get the strength to tie me? I mean you were knocked out..I...I even piggybacked you. ROSE: I have this healing factor. CLAIRE: I haven't mastered that yet LOGAN: It's a white gem Possessor special power. Just as super-hearing is your own special power.

"You don't have secrets, honey. Of course I can't let you know too much. I'm doing this to protect you, understand? So, don't blame me." Hale held his wife's hand and then said, "To be honest, the Chapter of Ascension is much more powerful than what others think. Other than the way to reach Unity between Nature and Man, most importantly, there is a way to force those who are at Demi-Union to ascend into Unity.