Path Of Ascension Book 8 Novels & Stories

“I thought it was.” Another distant howl split the air. Stronger this time. More powerful. The ground trembled again. But this tremor was not ours. It was an answer. I stepped toward the balcony and looked toward the northern horizon. A faint silver glow rose beyond the trees. Like lightning frozen in the sky. “That’s not normal,” I whispered. Kael came to stand beside me. “No.” Seren turned slowly toward us. “If he completes an Ascension of his own…” “He can challenge territorial dominance,” Kael finished.

“There’s a prophecy buried in one of the oldest texts. It talks about The Mother of Two Paths—a vessel marked at birth to carry both salvation and ruin.” “You think that’s me?” Ivy asked. Killian met her eyes. “There’s no doubt anymore.” Aiden leaned over Killian’s shoulder as he flipped through the book. The page he stopped on was illustrated with two crescent moons—one dripping in gold, the other in blood. A handwritten inscription read: “Under the Blood Moon’s rise, one will cry. One will consume.” “Only one soul may ascend. The other must be silenced.” A cold silence fell between them.

I whispered instinctively — but her voice was gone. No, not gone — within. Her memory stirred faintly inside me, a whisper through the light: “The Eighth Cycle is not a gift, Kiami Lynn. It’s a test.” I exhaled slowly. “Then let’s see if I pass.” ⸻ The ground trembled as the Sanctuary responded to my thought. The glowing soil rearranged itself, forming concentric rings around me. At the center, the Verdant Fountain had transformed — no longer a pool of emerald light, but a silver vortex spiraling upward, connecting heaven and earth.

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Miles later, under a tree split in half by lightning years ago, I finally stopped. My hands shook as I opened the book, i flipped the pages fast. The letters seemed to shift when I stared too long, like they were alive. Near the middle, I found what I’d been searching for: “Ascension of the Apex.” The words promised power bigger than any wolf, bigger than any man. The power to become the thing that made hunters afraid. Beneath that, in small red letters, was a warning but I didn’t fucking care. Then I saw Dad’s face, his eyes going empty, his hand slipping from mine, his last whisper: “Live, Lucas.”

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

My hand lifts slowly. Pauses. Then presses lightly against his chest. The moment contact happens— Everything changes. The bond surges. Immediate. Powerful. Alive. Rowan inhales sharply. His eyes flash. Not pain. Something else. Recognition. Relief. My magic moves instinctively, not outward, not visible, but inward—threading through the connection, pushing gently against the silver, not removing it, never fully removing it, but forcing it to slow, to dull, to forget how to burn quite so intensely.

Maybe he need to ask about it. "Well yes, last night when I got home I decided to look for more information about Tessa and this Satyrne. I found nothing until I found the book hidden far back in the library. It is about Deities. It states that when one of the Deities are sent to earth that the chosen one would rule over all species. In some of the written notes it also states that if someone is blessed like Tessa is she is a direct descendant of a godess. Only then the person will be strong enough to handle the power bestowed upon them" The room falls completely quiet and all eyes falls on Tessa, looking pale after hearing all of the information. "But how?" She whispers, but no one can give

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I break it open with trembling fingers. : "Rhea Nightwing, the Council of Elders summons you at dusk for the Rite of Flame and Blood. You are to present yourself at the Grand Hearth for the ascension trial." Ascension. What do these people mean again? It's not a suggestion, not a test but final step and once I cross it, there’s no going back. I clutch the parchment tighter, chest tightening. I should feel proud. Honored, even. But all I can feel is this swelling unease curling like smoke around my ribs.