Mage: The Ascension Book Novels & Stories

Hopefully this time she would win and send his ass back to hell. A paper-thin book appeared out of nowhere landing softly on his desk. Megan had caught a glance at it as it floated above the desk. She wanted a brief second before she runs over toward it. She hoped that she was going to be able to find Thomas alive because they have a lot of life left to live. On the last page was a handwritten spell that Megan had never even heard of, but she was game to try anything once. “Sage, I have to try this spell, and maybe I can find him. But I will need your help with a few things.”

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

She also started marching all over the perimeter of the room as she lost herself in her monologue. “Yes, werewolves are magical. You possess a different kind of magic from ours. From your ability to shift at will, up until your ability to share mental links with one another. The practice of the Ascension Rite is a magical ritual in and by itself. Then there is the existence of fated mates, as well as the curse of the Blood Moon. Even your words hold power. You can break bonds with mates through a disavowment oath, and you can forge magically binding connections within your pack with a pledge. Your kind has an ancient magic that stemmed from the blessing of the moon goddess-”

The monsters fell, one by one, until only their shattered forms remained. The image of the girl returned, her body broken but her spirit unyielding. "She became the first High Priestess," the voice concluded. "And in her memory, the Great Gods ascended to heavens unknown, leaving their divine energy to humanity, promising to return in humanity’s darkest hour." The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber. My heart felt heavy, the weight of the story pressing down on me. "Do you understand the story?" the mage asked, his gaze sharp.

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

POV: Multiple (Convergence) Ronan's voice cut through the chaos: "Lady Macbeth is performing a ritual! Transformation center basement! She's got hostages!" Vincent Capulet responded: "We can't break through King Alexander's lines to reach her!" Marcus Montague: "Then we make a new path. Montague and Capulet forces, wedge formation! Drive straight through their center!" Prospero: "The ritual she's performing. I know what it is. It's the full ascension working. If she completes it, she'll be unstoppable." Morgana: "How long until completion?" Prospero: "Minutes. Maybe less."

“I heard of this book as a kid. It's called the book of forbidden spells. Only to be used when one is in dire danger and needs urgent saving.” She stopped at a page and placed it before me. “That is it. Can you even read it?” The page before me seemed like gibberish, rubbish that I could read. When I shook my head at Magma, she sighed and then leaned forward. “Oops, you have to take that off. I forgot. There is no way you can do magic with it on you. That means you'll dispel energy and your scent. Are you willing to risk being found?* I didn't even need to think about it. That was exactly what I wanted.

I choked out, the glass-claws cutting into my skin. "The Goddess was right about the reset, Amara," Kael said. His voice was a chorus of a thousand tides, but the warmth was gone. He sounded like Samiel. He sounded like the Council. "The Nineteenth Name is too dangerous to let live. Even if she is your blood." He pulled the red feather through the connection. Miles away, in the Silver Ridge courtyard, I felt Lumi scream. And then, the silver web turned black. The Ascension wasn't restoring the Moon. It was building a cage. And Kael was the one holding the key.

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.

She caught his eye and barked the only word that mattered: “Run!” And so they did. The guild’s mages raised walls of flame, walls of stone, walls of force that buckled under the sheer weight of the enemy but bought precious seconds. Men and women died in those seconds, screaming as ash filled their lungs, but the rest fled into the high rocks. Killian never looked back. He couldn’t. He felt the vault’s heartbeat chasing them, steady, patient, knowing. It wasn’t finished. They reached it by nightfall — a ruin older than the kingdom itself, bones of stone jutting from the cliffs, arches crumbled, frescoes worn away. Once holy, now abandoned.