Mage: The Ascension Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Today, Yu Meng was in a good mood, hence decided to take a stroll in the space hall. But, with her unworldly beauty, she naturally attracted many bees and butterflies, so she walked in large strides but just as she was about to turn right, she felt a strong force squashing her whole body to ground. “What is happening-“ Yu Meng frowned in pain and gradually her consciousness faded away.

Something that doesn’t rush forward, doesn’t need to, because it presses into the world itself, bending it, fracturing it, feeding on the magic that should have held it back. Wrong doesn’t come close. “Back!” someone shouts, but I don’t move. This isn’t something you run from. Power rises through me instantly, not called, not forced, just there, limitless and waiting, and the ground splits beneath the first wave, roots tearing upward, crushing, binding, dragging them down before they can spread further, while the air ignites with threads of magic that cut through the next line before they can reach us. I don’t hesitate. I can’t.

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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"Witches are beautiful, and you're not an exception—close your eyes, and I will show you a portion of what you're capable of." My eyelids flutter close, and Lucy squeezes my hands. Tingles start inside my shoes, and I have to bite my lower lip at the thousand needles feeling traveling up my legs. Warmth spread within me, circling inside my chest and building up a vortex. "That's good, and now channel that magic, and give it to me." Without hesitation, I let Lucy have the accumulated energy, and then I'm allowed a glimpse of his train of thoughts. I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials.

His jaw tightened. “Witches?”“Or something older.” I gripped his arm. “The altar. It’s untouched. Whatever did this wanted me to see it burn around what matters most.”Shouts echoed from the main hall someone calling for the water mages, someone else screaming that the outer wards had been breached. Nora appeared at the end of the corridor, soot streaking her face, eyes wide with the same understanding I felt. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.The promise she’d made only hours earlier hung between us now, heavier than before.

MARK No. 1 Blackmouth avenue. That was the address in the book. The only writing in it we could make sense of . I drove in silence as Jane continued to scan through the little black book. She claimed to not have understood the writings but she kept scanning every page in the book very carefully. The only thing she could deduce was that it was an Ascension ritual, Forbidden magic that hasn’t been performed for centuries. If she had known Whatever that meant or anything else, she kept it to herself.

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.

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.