Path Of Ascension Novels & Stories

and "Matter." Audrey stood at the "Omni-Valve," the final control point of the Multiversal-Forge. Around her, the versions of herself from a billion realities were merging into a single, "Primal-Architect." They were no longer "Many"; they were the "One-Who-Builds." The "Ascension" was not a flight to a higher plane; it was a "Sinking-In." It was the process of the Union becoming the "Fundamental-Force" that ensured the universe would always remain "Imperfect."

Despite her grumpy demeanor, Alia exuded a captivating aura of sadness that demanded attention. Breaking the silence, Alia asked in a stern tone, "When is your ascension?" "In 10 days," Grisha replied matter-of-factly. "I see that you've chosen the forceful approach! It suits you well," commented Alia. "It's either a slow, relaxed path or a quick, forceful one," Grisha explained. "I'm only a couple of points away from crossing the 90-point barrier of my Heart Chakra. Once I do that, I'll use the Pool of Ascension."

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.

"You can't say that for sure. What if we missed memorizing some?" "I would never miss any. No matter which sect they're from, I remember every arcane seeker who became ascendant." Seeing them start investigating the deity idol, the woman's eyes suddenly darkened, and she looked a bit unhappy. But quickly, she smiled again. "You're probably too young to have heard of this ascendant. He was called to ascension by the heavens themselves. His arcane powers are amazing. It's more like unofficial history." "Oh, really?" Aria seemed interested. "Is there an unofficial history like that? Being called to ascension by the heavens is pretty amazing. Could you tell us which sect this ascendant was from?

"I will do my best to look for her, sir! We may be apart for now, but someday we'll be reunited again, good day sir!" Bowing his head, not wanting to hear anything from the chairman, Imman turned around and left immediately. He did not even notice the tears that were slowly coming from his eyes, making him lose his sight, and bumped one of the employees as he find his way to the elevator. He apologized and then went down to the basement where his car was parked. He did not go back to his office but instead, went to his father's house where he poured all the misery and sadness he felt to his loving father.

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

"Maybe not directly, but I would assume you are a descendant of this particular snake's line." I nodded. "So what does that mean?" "If you hold even a smidgen of Prime-direct powers, then your final ascension is going to be...difficult. For all of us." I felt the bottom of my stomach drop out. "Difficult how?" "It is too soon to tell. Ascensions took about a week on Earth. There's no telling how long it will take here. But good news: you've already hit the second level." "Was that when we blew out the lights?"

“Not yet. But soon, love. That is why you must attend the Ascension Rite. It is the first step in befriending the wolf inside of you.” “But what happens during the asseshon rite, Mommy?” Calisto wondered. “Ascension, dummy,” Gillian corrected. “That’s what I said,” Calisto argued with a cute pout. As briefly as I could, I explained to the two of them the entire process of the rite, and they listened with rapt attention while their hands still busily petted Grandpa, who had laid down on the floor like an obedient and oversized dog. “But what happens after?”

I said, narrowing my eyes at him. He nodded his head, "Indeed. Definitely a far better outcome than we ever could have hoped for," he admitted. "Our lucky day," I muttered out sarcastically. "I don't think it's luck. I think it's the Goddess' way of ensuring the prophecy comes to pass. Her way of telling us we're on the right path," he said, his voice indicating that we were done speaking of it. I fell silent, adopting the look of demure, tame little prisoner, like my father had instructed. Faces passed in a blur as two sets of eyes, one silver and one green danced in my vision.

As the sun descends, I start getting ready to meet Chris at the forest line. While looking at my reflection I'm determined to fight for what is mine, what the moon goddess gifted me, I refuse to hand my mate over on a silver platter. I close my eyes and exhale, it's time to start my walk. So many thoughts run through my mind as I walk, I look up to see he's already there waiting for me. He smiles " Is she ready to meet me?"