Romans & histoires Mage: The Ascension Book

It was just like the woods in Eclipse pack filled with nothing but trees. "You'll be able to do this once you've opened the book." Was the only response she gave. "Looking up ahead." She instructed and I did just that. Just a short distance before us, was the exact same copy of the book in Miguel's room. "Is that….?" I gasped. "It is exactly what you think it is, Lila. That is the book of Mageia, a sacred heritage of our kind." She spoke proudly, staring admirably at the book floating in the air.

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She extended her hand, beckoning Jette to rise from the confines of the secret room and step into a legacy that transcended generations. As they left the room, Magdalene closed the door behind them, sealing the ancient wisdom within. The guardian and seeker walked in tandem, their destinies now interwoven in the tapestry of a lineage that pulsed with magic, mystery, and the unspoken promise of shared responsibilities. The silent chamber stood witness to the unfolding saga, its secrets guarded by the vigilant eyes of Magdalene—the guardian of the sacred book and the keeper of ancestral whispers.

he ordered. “Never” she disagreed. “Break it if you don’t want to end up dead like him” he pointed to Helon. The whole plan Maggie had with Helon was completely ruined, they were supposed to kill Livey and attack Atlantis with their men but Ash had stopped everything. “Fine” she replied. Newton had already untied Livey from the chair, while they placed Maggie on a chair in front of her. She closed her eyes and chanted a name three times before a soul possessed her body.

Its color was strange though, it was multicolored, it was really beautiful and she wanted to ask Paige if her mother had a mark like that as well but when she looked at her, Paige was wide-eyed and she was looking at her mark as if she couldn't believe her eyes so she curiously asked her, "Is there something wrong?" Paige then closed her mouth when she realized it was wide open, and she then said to her torn between the embarrassment of her behavior and the amazement at what she had just discovered, "If I tell you that you are the one and only legendary mage in all Astoria, would you believe me?" A legendary mage thought Cassy... Why does that sound so familiar... And then she paled as she r

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

I felt an experience I knew yet didn’t recognize as it echoed past traumas I had attempted to hide away in my mind. I hadn’t felt it in years. During the war against House Noctura I last experienced its presence when shadows moved and logic collapsed. The war with House Noctura left me with vivid traumatic memories that formed a chaotic tapestry bound together by desperate magical threads. The last moment an Ascendant lost control occurred when their power consumed their intention and their abilities transformed from salvation’s instruments into destruction’s messengers. The old scars pulsed with pain as I remembered the destruction their uncontrolled magic had caused.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

“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.”

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm