The Ascendants Novels & Stories

With practiced precision, she painted intricate symbols across his forehead—ancient marks of recognition, spirals and crescents that bound him to the old ways. "I commend you, Deimon Ashworth, as Ashworth the Fifth and Tenth of your line. You have been ascended. The spirits accept you, Alpha Ashworth." The words emerged formal and final, carrying the weight of inevitability rather than blessing. "Took them long enough." Deimon rose to his feet, performing a shallow bow that bordered on insult. "Peace be with you, High Priestess." "Your ascension ceremony is due tomorrow at moonrise," Selene called after him. "Make proper preparations. The higher-ups want to see the grandson of the great Magn

Abigail countered taking off her apron, a soft grin on her face. "No need, here comes Mr popular now," Alessia announced rolling her eyes as she took in a spoon full of ice cream. All three looked upstairs as Azian descended. His hair was shriveled up and his stance was staggered, he wore dark pair of sunglasses, hardening his jaw as he walked down into their company. Abigail watched him curiously as he took a seat in his usual place. He didn't bother to greet anyone and his head was bowed low. "Are you drunk?" Abigail asked putting one hand on her hip, eyes wide, watching his crouched position, shoulders humped.

This should be written down in history. There was never been a situation like this before wherein sibling rivalry over the title of being an alpha was peacefully resolved. This is the very first case and he felt so proud and entitled that it was his children who were able to do it. “I, Romero Muller, denounces my position as the alpha of Crescent Walkers and presents to you all, your new alpha, Morgan Muller!” As soon as he finished speaking and the crowd heard Morgan’s name, the whole battlestage was filled with both cheers and whispers from the people.

He growled, he could feel the pain of the people, from where he was standing, there were so many agonizing emotions he could feel from the park. Seeing the look of amusement on the intruders’ faces, Chase was ready to shift into his animal form, his eyes changes colors. He was already halfway through the shifting when his inside suddenly tightened, making him return to his man form, he couldn’t breathe normally, and he began beating his chest trying hard to breathe, he dropped to his knees. “I think I forgot to mention I am from the lineage and generation of witches and sorcerers.” Danica said with a smirk, she is on her feet, her both hands stretched towards a struggling Chase, controlling

Cain fell back, shielding me behind him, our bodies flush against each other, his eyes never leaving his opponent as the sky overhead became crowded with angels and Nephilim. “Who is it?” I yelled above the din of wings. His eyes cast upward for a brief moment, then they narrowed. “Penemue and the asshole with the horn is Azazel.” “And?” I prodded him, this was not the time to be the strong and silent type. “And….Penemue is a grade A fucker. He is not on our side. Azazel is though, for all the help he is.” I could hear the eyeroll in Cain’s tone.

Aphrodite stayed silent. Of course it was. Aria's soul didn't just belong to Earth anymore. She carried the marks of Eden and Zero, the hunger of the succubus bloodline, and the weight of divine lineage. Born of Aphrodite, molded by Athena, and shaped by the monarchy of Vaethea — queen vampire and newly ascended goddess — Aria was a convergence of too many powers. Mortal and not. Touched by lust, love, war, and royalty. She wasn't just bending the rules by existing. She was rewriting them.

"Yeah, why..." Before I could react or finish my sentence, Lycidas began to ascend the tree with practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful as he expertly navigated the tangled branches. I watched in awe as he ascended higher and higher, until he reached the top and perched himself on a sturdy branch junction way high up, his figure silhouetted against the sky. From my vantage point below, I could hear his voice drifting down from above, urging me to join him in the canopy. "Come on, Mia! The view up here is incredible!" he called, his words echoing through the forest.

I was too shaken Up with the sudden actions that it took me a moment to look who Nikona was referring to. Drax and Zion at the stairs, standing tall and strong, especially unharmed.That means they didn't take wolfsbane. “How are you both alive?” Nikona exclaimed in disbelief.His face paled at the presence of both the brothers staring menacingly at him.

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."