The Ascendants Novels & Stories

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

"Elara? Can you hear me?" The voice came from a small speaker in the wall. It was Vivian Vance—my mother. "I can hear you, Investor," I rasped, the violet root in my chest tightening like a noose. "Don't be dramatic, darling," Vivian said, her voice smooth and maternal. "You’re making history. The 'Ascension' is starting. In three hours, the Vance Global Initiative will move the 'Selected'—the top 1% of the True Real—into a new dimension. A world where there is no decay, no debt, and no death. And it’s all powered by your King."

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 replied moving closer to him, "Like she was a good friend like she was someone you could trust." Azian looked directly into her eyes, before chuckling darkly, “Abi, a god isn't going to just stop everything and come-" "She isn't just any god, she's the queen of gods and your patriot mother," Abigail replied searching his eyes for reason, “Alpha Knows, let him try.” Azian gazed into her hopeful eyes, trailing around to see the others only to catch their hopeful faces. He felt overwhelmed and pressured, “and what if it doesn’t work?" He growled, surprised they were even hopeful about such a thing.

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.