The Ascendants Novels & Stories

For a minute, it appeared as though they had won. But at that point, with a last, frantic thunder, the Ascendant unleashed a surge of dull enchantment that smashed the shining cage. The shockwave tossed Clara and Ethan back, pummeling them into the dividers of the chamber. The rune on the floor darkened, its light blurring as the Ascendant rose to its feet, its shape more strong and unnerving than before. “You think you can imprison me?” the Ascendant snarled, its voice echoing with anger and pain. “I am beyond your mortal powers!”

You forget whom you are speaking to. The woman paled and muttered something under her breath before stepping back into the crowd. Sophia's gaze darted to Landon, who seemed entirely unfazed. "What is all this?" she finally asked, her voice trembling. Landon stopped just before the grand double doors of the mansion. He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver. “Sophia, you’ve lived in the shadows for too long. The Sullivan name is yours by birthright, and with it comes power, wealth, and respect. But it also comes with enemies.”

On the other—Kain. They howled, ran, celebrated like royalty. Mother cried several times out of joy. She even sent a special Beta to the healing den to watch over me—worried I might try to disrupt the ceremony. And under the pack's warm blessings, Xina and Kain shared a blood bond mark. The whole pack howled with joy. Just then, the Beta burst into the ceremonial clearing, pale as a ghost. "Alpha Serena—terrible news! Lisa… she jumped off the moonstone cliff…"

“And the seventh?” Her tone dropped. “Rank Seven, it's called... Ascendant Prime.” I felt goosebumps. “It’s not official. Not listed on any Academy board but everyone’s heard of it. The legends say it was created for beings who transcend the usual magical limits, divine-blooded, resurrected gods, or hybrids so unstable they become… something else.” She looked at me carefully. “Some say no one’s reached it. Some say… a few have but they either disappeared or were locked away.”

Even though I could sense and hear anything from steps away, I didn't realize I had company until a presence loomed behind me. When I finally turned, I found myself staring into the instructor’s widened eyes. “You… you did that?” Feline stammered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Impossible.” Murmurs rippled through the class as students pressed closer, craning their necks to see what I had drawn. Artifact Studies was the only class that we had with Ascendant. It was all about understanding magical weapons, enchanted relics, and objects tied to emotion or fire. I’d come to learn that ASCENDANT are Initiates who have shown real skill. They’re now on the path of cultivation and they’ve done we

But the victory was short-lived. "You're too late," Myles whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The Ascendants were never just soldiers. They were the last phase in the Ascension Protocol. They’re designed to survive even your control, Evryn." Evryn’s stomach churned as she realized what he meant. The Ascendants weren’t merely tools. They were designed to adapt, to outlast any rewrites or attempts to control them. And in that moment, Evryn understood the true depth of the conspiracy she had uncovered. The Ascendants weren’t the last of Project Lux. They were the first of something far

The spirits of those who had come before—the lost souls that wandered the asylum—swirled around Elias like a tempest, their faces twisted in anguish. They were remnants of Nina’s victims, forever marked by her dark desires. As the investigator succumbed fully to Nina’s enchantment, Elias felt the familiar pang of loss. “Welcome to your new reality,” he thought, a hollow echo of his own acceptance. “You will never escape.” And so, the cycle continued, an unending loop of seduction and torment. The asylum thrived on the despair of its inhabitants, a living entity fueled by the pain of those who dared to enter.

Blood dyed the entire mountain red before everyone around me could realize what had happened. As the ceremony began, I appeared before the Gate to Heaven, staring coldly at the lively scene above. Step by step, I ascended the mountain peak. The stone stairs beneath my feet crumbled into dust with each step I took.

He's quiet for a long moment, and I watch him work through something before he finally speaks again, hesitant in a way that makes my instincts sharpen with sudden unease. "I need to tell you something," he says. "About how The Ascendant actually started." "I'm listening." "It wasn't just anger," he says slowly. "Not just young Moonborn frustrated with caution we didn't choose to inherit. Someone helped it grow. Fed us information, ideas, framing that made supremacy feel like the obvious conclusion instead of something we arrived at on our own." I feel my whole body go still, understanding immediately the implications of what he's describing. "Who?"

The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration. Ethan's blood ran cold. Me. Evelyn nodded. Yes, Ethan. You are the final key. The video suddenly changed. A countdown appeared. PROJECT ASCENSION: 23:59:41 Jason looked at Ethan. That's less than twenty-four hours. Evelyn's voice returned. When the countdown reaches zero, every consciousness connected to the Ascension network will be transferred. Ethan stared at the screen. Transferred where? The answer appeared in large letters. THE NEW WORLD.