Tower Of Ascension Novels & Stories

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm

Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice returned. Cold. Absolute. "ASCEND." The word hit like a command written into existence itself. Immediately— the remaining structures of the Bastion reformed. Not gently. Violently. Stone pathways reassembled in midair. Broken towers rotated into new positions. A final vertical path formed. A straight ascent into the broken sky. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. The final path led directly to the Throne. Then Cassian moved first.

*This is why we survived. But Ravel's shout shatters the vision. "Kelly! Don't-!" She's too late. --- **The Communion** The throne's light floods me, fusing with the static. The Bastion's roots surge into my veins, its memories becoming mine. I see the garden's birth-a cosmic entity forged to nurture, twisted by mortal fear into the Bloom, the Seeds, the Hunger. Alaric kneels, tears in his eyes. "It's chosen you. The first **Ascendant**."

I gasped, my fingers clawing at the silver mesh. "The transaction is complete, Zora," Dante said, stepping over me as if I were nothing more than a discarded wrapper. "Don't make it harder than it has to be." They dragged me toward the "Ascension Altar"—a massive block of obsidian at the edge of the garden, overlooking the entire city. Below us, the lights of Aethelgard were flickering and dying. The oxygen was almost gone. I could feel the collective gasp of a million people through the neural link.

The walls Oya walked past were black and slimy, the walls rippled as though they were alive. Slime ran from the top of the walls to their bottom in big slimy gooey drops. The walls reeked of death and misery and aptly so for this was the abode of Neifler, the ruler of the underworld where ungodly and cursed souls came to rest. As she moved down the long passage that led to the center of his abode she prepared herself for the discomfort that awaited her behind the heavy black doors that were built into the walls with human bones. Oya forced herself to stay calm as she approached this door. She was the most powerful goddess, after all, the only one who could face Demeus in a battle with the po

The encounter had been humiliating, but it was a stark reminder of the consequences of his choices and the bitter reality of his situation. Franco climbed the grand staircase of his mansion with heavy steps, each one feeling like a burden. The taunts and mockery of his father-in-law echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of his fall from grace. His heart was heavy with humiliation, and the weight of his decisions pressed down on him more than ever. As he reached the top of the stairs, Franco’s thoughts were interrupted by a conversation drifting through the open door of his bedroom. Athena was speaking animatedly on the phone, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Franco could

"Of course daddy, that's for sure. Well dad, if you excuse me, I would like to go to the shower and afterward go to the office. Do you want to wait for me so we could go together?" "No, my dear, I'll go ahead now, sorry for taking some of your time. See you at the office!" Left alone at their big mansion, the heiress quickly prepared herself to work. Cassandra is the head of the finance department of Agustin Food and Beverages Company, a multi-million company that has been established by her late grandfather some twenty years back.

There'll be time for despair later; now I need the terrain. The guard tower looms where the eastern wall meets the north. The figure is still there, a dark presence against the glass. It's not a general gaze; it's a specific, focused weight. Beside me, a new arrival whispers a question to the guard escorting us. "Who is that? Up there, in the tower?" The guard doesn't look up. His reply contains a single, sharp word: "Commandant."

The atmosphere at the annual company gala was lively. On stage, the boss, Daniel Aster, spoke passionately, his face flushed with excitement. “This year, we secured eighty million dollars in core contracts, and that wouldn’t have been possible without everyone’s hard work! “So this year, everyone’s year-end bonus will be doubled!” The room instantly erupted. “My fifty-thousand-dollar bonus just arrived! Thank you, Mr. Aster! Thank you, company!” Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream.

Caspian was slightly stunned and felt that something was wrong. "Yes... Slaughter God Tower, you should have seen it, right? In fact, you just helped me complete the last step!" After that, the blood embryo didn't waste any more time talking to Caspian. It directly suppressed Caspian with the Slaughter God Tower! Caspian raised his eyebrows and was about to dodge, but the altar, which was the Slaughter God Tower, was too huge! After all, it could hold ten billion creatures. It was no exaggeration to say that it covered the sky and the earth!