Heavenly Ascension Nikke Novels & Stories

Jane shrieked and looked at the guest who had just spoken. Her eyes were full of terror, as if she had heard something horrifying. Her body trembled, and she could not help asking him again. "Who did you say Milly is?!" "The Lycan King's daughter. She left to train five years ago and only came back a few days ago. This banquet is held in conjunction with her succession ceremony," the guest repeated himself before rolling his eyes at Jane. "By the Moon Goddess… You didn't even know who she was and you treated her like an orphan? This must be the joke of the century."

"The essence of the Silvercrest and Ironclaw lines is being drawn out. It’s hovering in the atmosphere, looking for a vessel. Without a conduit, it will simply dissipate, causing a localized cataclysm that will level this city and half the state. But with an anchor..." He stepped around the altar, his movements fluid and sinuous. "Join us, Kira. Willingly. Stand at the center of the alignment. As the Blood Heir, you are designed to be the anchor for the Ascension. If you take your place, you won't just survive the transition, you will wield the combined power of the three ruling bloodlines. You will be the first true Queen of the New World. You can protect them. You can ensure that their sac

The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers. The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs. At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp. “He the man?” Mark asks. “Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes. Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.

When the elder was done with the process, Nikolai turned to face me fully. “Katherine Ashford is my mate, chosen by the moon, accepted by my blood. Let anyone who challenges this claim step forward now or stay silent till eternity.” Silence followed, no one dared to speak, not to talk of coming in front of him to talk about our bond. He pulled me close, one hand sliding into my hair, tilting my head to expose my neck to him. His breath felt hot against my skin. “Mine,” he growled low enough only for me to hear, then his teeth sank into my skin.

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

Inside, she dropped her bag and froze. Three crimson petals hovered behind her poetry books. No stem, no vase — just petals curling like smoke, pulsing like a heartbeat. Her phone buzzed. A message from Jules: "Still waiting. Safe zone's open. Niko's with me. Come. Please." Aria stared at the screen, swallowed the lump in her throat, and didn't answer. Instead, her gaze flicked to the mirror — fogged, but dry. Written on it, smudged and fading: