Rite Of Ascension Novels & Stories

Once Phoenix put this on and tied the scarf securely around her face she and Patry left the Goyre’s temple. Once again Phoenix was amazed at the glorious beauty of the realm. From the stories she heard, the souls of men whom the gods were pleased with was brought to the pantheon after death. The pantheon was the heaven realm of mankind and once they died their souls would be granted entrance to the realm provided they pleased the gods in their earthly live and Pasige, the guardian of souls to eternity, granted them passage. The entire scenery of the pantheon was a wide expanse of beautiful fields and sparking water that flowed rapidly over rocks.

“Speak them.” “No resets. No wiping of people. If Aria and Liam must ascend, it will be on our terms.” “And the Root?” Lucian stepped forward. “Tell it this: we are not broken code. We are life. Messy. Wild. But alive.” The Envoy closed her eyes. “A pact is made. The Root will watch. But the price is yours to pay.” Ascension happened under the eclipse. The packs gathered from every territory, circling the Flame Hall. Thousands of wolves in their true forms, howling in one accord.

If Charles was a shapeshifter, I doubted we could have a hot, non-platonic romance. But then again, letting him go felt off, like throwing away a winning lottery ticket. It was a serious sunk cost. Plus, a shapeshifter had to have some serious game in the bedroom. At the Hatcher Group Headquarters, the gala was a glittering circus of employees and business partners, all schmoozing and sipping overpriced champagne. I walked in, scanning for my mom. Her voice cut through the crowd. "There you are. Why didn't you come with Charles? He's been here for half an hour."

The evening breeze was a bit cold, and since I hadn't shifted into my wolf in a long time, I was only half better than humans. The sun was out, its golden light hanging over the field where the initiation would take place. The Ascension Ground was wide. It was built to rise from a low level to a higher one, so everyone could clearly see the podium at the top. At the highest point stood the altar. A large crowd had already gathered across the field, waiting for the ceremony to begin. “You aren't wearing white,” Grace mentioned. “No, Grace,” “Why?” She asked. “Why would I wear white?”.

Emmi tells him. Cedric scrubs his hands over his face. “So a war is coming, Emmi needs to make peace with her shifter, and you can raise people from the dead.” “Not exactly Lycan. Only those who are worthy and whose soul hasn’t left this world yet can be resurrected.” "Does that mean your soul never leaves the earth, Emmi?" I ask her. "That is correct, my dragon," she says, making the dragon in me rumble happily at her claim.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

The chapel fell tomb-silent with the oppressive stillness that came before a storm when humidity thickened the air until breathing became laborious. Thomas finally spoke. "Leonard, what consequences do you propose?" Done with explanations, Leonard answered directly, "Harvey, Beau, and Ethel will undertake a penitential pilgrimage to Atkina Church—kneeling on every third step of the Sacred Way to pray for Xavier's wellbeing." Ethel gasped. "You're making us do the Penitent's Ascent?" The Penitent's Ascent required pilgrims to kneel and cross themselves at every third stone step along the winding mountain path.

And if word got out that Andrew, still so young, had personally refined this extraordinary pill, jaws would surely drop. This Ascension Pill he refined was of excellent quality and was classified as an eighth-grade pill. Currently, across the entire Holtrien continent, the number of eighth-grade alchemists could be counted on two hands. Each one was a reclusive master, either buried in ancient archives, poring over ancient texts, or revered as a sage within powerful noble houses or royal courts. Some, exceptionally gifted and renowned, might even serve as the national advisors to the ruling hierarchy of Holtrien—individuals second only to the sovereign, commanding respect and authority from

That had been a huge relief for Barry. "If you really want to help me," Felix said, "keep an eye out for rare herbs used in the Ascension Pill. Let me know if you hear anything." The Ascension Pill was crucial for breaking through the late stage of Transcendent Realm. Felix could never have too many resources for that purpose, especially since relying solely on Harmony Clinic was too slow for his liking. Barry nodded solemnly. "It won't be easy, but I'll do my best." ... The next morning, Felix was summoned by Deborah. He asked, "Madam Goddard, you wanted to see me?"

I said, making Brenda smile again. "Of course, that's a promise a Soulmate should keep, especially one like Gray. And one more thing, your other Soulmate is the next heir to the Throne," Miss Brenda mentioned, almost causing me to choke on my own saliva. "Gray?" I asked, seeking clarification from her. "Yes, he's the next heir after our current Alpha King abdicates. This will happen once Gray completes his awakening," Brenda explained, leaving me speechless. "So, that means he has to go back now because he's awakened?" I inquired.