Rite 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."

Ruby looked at Hayley. "Back when I was in the Zion Ascetic Order, I came across something even more secretive, more powerful than us. That was Ascendant Creed. "Almost no one on the outside knows about them. They're a group of fanatics obsessed with what they call 'higher truth.' A theological cult, basically. They believe human life as it is now is too primitive, too weak to handle true evolution. They think higher civilizations come from outside Earth, and even the civilization we built is low-level. We're basically trash in their eyes."

I opened it slowly, the cloth crackling faintly. Inside was a brittle piece of parchment. Symbols I didn’t recognize filled the center that looked twisted and deliberate. Almost like they were moving if you stared too long. At the bottom, just one word was written in faded ink. ‘Ascension.’ I stared at it. My voice was thin. “What is this?” “The entrance to the true archives,” Letha murmured. “The one no fire can burn. The one guarded by blood oaths and shadows. They keep everything there—the original records, the failed vessels, and the prophecies...”

There was something ominous about the way they looked. We took turns touching the pencil, and I was the last one. Yesterday's dream was still on my mind and haunting me. However, all of my fears were defused when I thought about my deceased parents. I knew my mom and dad would protect me in the afterlife. “Spirits, come! Spirits, come! We invite your presence!” After what seemed like forever, the pencil remained in place. Growing impatient, Helena released the pencil. “I knew it. These spirit-summoning practices are all gimmicks.”

"Though perhaps some guidance on your specific desires? This is a blending of the traditional and the new." I considered her words. Modern resonances would need to harmonize with ancient rites for the Ascension's success. "For the ceremonial aspects, maintain traditional motifs and symbols. But incorporate contemporary styling for the celebration following." Kira's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Very well. I'll see to having spaces prepared respectfully for the sacred rites, while also having an area for a more...contemporary revelry afterwards." "Exactly." I looked between them both. "This night will represent the joining of my bloodline's primordial supremacy with Lyra's role in shaping

Well, I'm going to stop you right there. What if I told you, that the only reason my father kept me alive and raised me was to further his "purpose in this world?" Now you might be asking: "What do you mean by that, Prudence?" Well, you see, I'm a young female witch. And unfortunately, we're rare these days. Like, extremely rare. As in, I'm the only one who had been born in the last thirty years. And there's this prophecy that my father's people, a group of hags and cranks called the Synod of Ancyra, think that the child I'm going to give birth to someday is going to be the only way to save our race and give them back the power we once held.

"Enjoy the rest. The Ascension rituals begin at dawn." Jake lay in the darkness, the freezing stone floor pressing against his cheek. Slowly, agonizingly, the numbness in his fingers began to recede. A sharp, burning ache throbbed behind his temples as his True Alpha biology began aggressively purging the alchemical toxin from his bloodstream.

Seven students. Seven survivors. Four Ascendants, three Initiates. Maxon was an Apex student, so he didn't count. I wondered why he was here again. We planted our palms in the ash-covered ground and channeled our dim reserves of energy as Maxon guided the ritual. “For those the Void consumed,” he assented. “For those who walked into darkness with courage.” “For those who do not return, but remain unforgotten.” Our sigil began to glow around us. Silver, gold, blue, ruby, red.

"By uniting our kind. By reminding the world of the strength running through our veins. And by reclaiming what is ours — by fire, by blood, and by magic.” --- With Selene absent, I focused my attention on the big grimoire laid across the pedestal in the middle of the room. It was an ancient book, passed down from generation to generation of witches, containing spells and rituals that had long been forgotten. I reached in its pages, freezing on a ritual that made my spine tingle. “The Rite of Ascendancy,” I whispered, fingers tracing the words. It was a magic of unparalleled potency, the kind of spell that would extend my might to heights unheard of in creation. But it demanded tremendous pre

James knew he was no match for Honorius. At that moment, he catalyzed Sacrilegious Ascension, which he had not used for a very long time. Sacrilegious Ascension was the significant cultivation method of the Demonic Ape Race and had strict requirements for the physical body. This was a mysterious secret art that increases one’s strength.