Rite Of Ascension Mga Nobela at Kwento

The whispers of the celestial beings spoke of ascendance as a transformative journey, where mortal limitations would dissolve, and the essence of the universe would become an integral part of their being. As the couple approached the celestial altar, a luminous aura enveloped them. The symbols on the walls pulsed with heightened luminosity, creating an ethereal dance that mirrored the couple's intentions. Celestial beings surrounded them in a radiant embrace, their presence amplifying the astral energy that permeated the chamber. The cliffhanger left Victoria and Alexander standing before the celestial altar, their hands poised to initiate the celestial ascendance—an ascendance that held the

“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?”

My father said. What does he mean by unpleasant consequences?? This so-called ritual, it’s completing the formality of passing down the title from the actual Alpha of the pack to their heir. It includes a knife, 2 slight scratches in each other palm, followed by a firm handshake while they both say a prayer to our Moon Goddess. Some say, her presence is felt in that moment in a positive or a negative way, meaning that she gives her blessing to the new Alpha…or not. “Should I be worried about the Ascension-night?” I ask firmly, standing my ground, locking eyes with my father.

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm

“She stood against the Covenant without hesitation. If she is to be judged, let it be by her deeds not her past.” Lucian nodded in agreement. “I stand with the Beta.” The murmurs softened. But not all were convinced. The silver-bearded elder leaned forward. “Then she must prove her loyalty beyond doubt. According to pack law, any prospective Luna must undergo the Rite of Ascension.” “What does that entail?” I asked with a slight frown. The elder’s expression was grim. “A trial of strength, wisdom, and sacrifice beneath the Moon Goddess.” Ryker’s eyes hardened. “The Rite is dangerous.”

Time moved as it always does, quietly, without asking permission. A few years later, it was early summer again. The pack's sacred calendar turned to another round of the annual Ascension Trials. The entire settlement cleared the way for those competing. Outside the arena, the crowd was just as dense as ever. Wolves from every family watched anxiously, hoping to see their children shine. But somewhere along the outer edge of the crowd, there was no longer a woman in a deep crimson robe, no one with a strange set of rune tokens in her fist and that particular fire burning in her eyes.

Gather everyone, I’ll put the seal. Akira then leaving Reno and go toward the Tower, he then put the coffin on the ground and made a symbol on the ground. Akira: Under my name, Akira. A hero that summoned by the last descendant of Holy Empire, Angelina von Kirjkoff. Made a vow. By sealing the body and soul of my master in the city of light, i hereby declare that all race will be living on different place, they can’t go toward human race place except when tge world need their wisdom again. And the city shall be sealed untill the world need it to appear.

“I’ll find you!” She said in her thoughts as the night started to pass. The new dawn approaches where hope still rises. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

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“Let them come. I will meet every one.” Gideon nodded once, sharp and final. Then he turned and walked from the circle, Ronan supporting him. The crowd parted silently. The high elder raised his hands again. “The new Alpha and Luna are affirmed. Let the rites of ascension begin at dusk. Until then, tend the wounded. Honor the blood spilled this dawn.” The pack began to disperse, voices rising in a chaotic mix of celebration and argument. Damien looked down at Ashley. “You are shaking.” “Cold,” she lied.