Should Astarion Ascend Novels & Stories

“Good. Go. Do what I said. I expect results within days.” “Yes.” Canice fled the Healers’ Hall. Meanwhile, Astra was in excellent spirits after hearing Aria would personally craft a pair of cuff-sigils for him. His mood had lifted so noticeably that even his wolves sensed it. And they were smart. If a good future meant keeping Astra and Aria close, they’d support it. Just then, Astra’s crystal stone buzzed with an international rune-call. “Lord Astra, something has happened. You must return immediately.”

He responded to Joss' pleas, and in a few brief words explained what was about to happen or would be happening. -Augusto is going to ascend to the Alpha, he was already considered one because he is first-born, but now Gypsy law will precede him. -And what does this have to do with your question? -The ascension takes place when the first-born is twenty-five years old, which for Augustus will happen on the twenty-second of March. -Next week," murmured Joss. Leonel nodded, and told her the worst part of the ascension. -Only until then, since the first week before the anniversary, the wolf fights with the Alpha inside, and anyone who crosses its path can die. -even the Alpha's mate?

Carter said. "When?" Landon asked, his voice calm but I can sense the storm beneath his dark eyes. "Three days." My eyes widened. "What the fuck?" Jaxon blurted, shocked. "They will come and get Eve. That's why I'm here because I want to tell you that and I also want to know your plans. This month's full moon is coming, when the planned ritual would take place."

Europa tearfully nodded. “See. Asterion is not a monster. He is not the villain. He’s protecting us. He’s even spoken to his mother, who has a secret passage we can use to escape. We have to bid our time for when it’s safe.” Melite smiled. “Escape?” Andromache repeated a whisper of disbelief. I nodded.

Cursing at the universe for going against my plan of less attention, because now everyone in the hallway was staring at me. "This is new..girls fall at my feet but they don't do it literally " I heard, the voice definitely belonged to a male, a very cocky male. I looked up to glare at the bastard but gaped at him instead. It was Tyler miller in all his glory, he had on this disheveled bed hair thing going on at the top of his head with silk black hair, brown eyes with hints of black, and pink full lips which were curled up in an arrogant smirk...

Elena hated herself for how effortlessly her body melted backward into Marcus’s enveloping warmth. Marcus led her up to the raised platform and waited for her to take her place in the intricately carved wooden chair beside his throne. Once she sat, he remained standing, a towering conqueror looking out over his subjects. "Tonight, we celebrate our victory at the northern border!" Marcus’s deep voice boomed. The crowd cheered on instinct, though the underlying tension in the room remained thick. "But the Moon Goddess has also blessed us with an unexpected change in destiny. The Lunar Ascension is officially delayed. The moon has chosen my true mate—the new Luna of Silver Ridge."

One wrong step meant absolute obliteration. She gripped the stone railing, her claws leaving deep gouges in the rock. Inside her mind, her wolf roared, a wild, unbroken thing that refused to be domesticated, refused to be ruled. Ethan thought an iron lock could keep a queen from her bloodline. He was about to learn how wrong he was. Aria vaulted over the ledge, balancing on the precipice of the abyss. "Jump, Luna," she whispered fiercely into the wind. And she let herself fall.

“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.

"I​t’s over, Al‌istai‌r. The *Northern S⁠tar* is l⁠ocked down. Our teams‍ are currently in the en⁠gine room, and the satelli‍te link to your pri​vate server has been s⁠e‍vered. You have no​wher⁠e left t‌o run." A⁠listair look⁠ed at the​ monitors‍, t‌h⁠en⁠ back to Celeste‍. His lips cu⁠rled into a thin, ghost-lik⁠e‌ smi‍le⁠. "You t‍hink I wanted to run⁠? Oh, C‍elest⁠e. You never under‍stood‍. I wa​sn't waiting for a way out. I was waiting for t​he final authenti⁠ca​ti⁠o⁠n."

“She’s settling in. The pack hasn’t made it easy for her.” “I heard,” she said, her voice cool but laced with warning. “And I also heard you handled it rather… dramatically.” “They needed to be reminded who leads them,” I replied. “I won’t let anyone insult my Luna.” Her lips curved. “You said ‘my Luna.’ Does that mean the coronation will happen soon?” I hesitated. “Not yet. She’s still adjusting. The pack’s tension, the whispers—it’s too soon.” Mother arched a brow. “Too soon, or are you afraid?”