Tower Of Ascension นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The council knows. They’ll come for you tonight, chains, cells, whatever it takes to make you look weak before the Trial. We’re moving you.” She shoved at my chest, weak but defiant. “I’m not some fragile thing you can replace like furniture.” “You’re a wildfire in a wooden palace,” I countered, scooping her into my arms despite her hiss of protest. “And right now, you’re burning too bright for them to ignore.” She went rigid in my hold, but didn’t fight. Not yet. The old royal tower was at the far eastern edge of the palace grounds, Isolated, warded with runes carved by long-dead seers, with stone walls.

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

I told Rowan. "Look!" Selene pointed ahead. In the middle of the white storm, something was rising. It wasn't a tree or a house. It was a massive, black **Tower** made of millions of stacked books. It reached so high into the white that the top was lost in the glare.

The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers. The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs. At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp. “He the man?” Mark asks. “Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes. Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.

“Welcome to my tower,” the lady in red stopped before a long building that reached up to the sky. It seemed to want to reach the heavens and not want to at the same time. For its tip touched the sky before it stopped its rise. It wanted to see the heavens, but it respected them too much to actually do anything but sneak a peek. The tower was not just tall. It was made with sturdy and strong materials of much greater quality and density than white or red stones. No one beneath the Ascension Realm had the power to breach its walls!

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Hale looked at Harvey with a serious look, as if he was arranging words in his mind. After a long time, he said, "Mr. Harvey, the Chapter of Ascension is like a dream to me. If I hold it right now, not only will I not be able to make myself invincible, but it will most likely kill me.

“No. This was just the first phase. ‘Ascension’ wasn’t just a codeword. It was a promise. Someone’s still out there, building gods out of orphans and soldiers.” “And we just pissed them off.” She nodded. “Good. Let them come.”

she whispered. “My father’s history,” Alessandro replied. “This isn’t a Villa. It’s a shrine.” They finally reached the old iron gate. Beyond it lay the outer gardens and the promise of freedom. Alessandro knelt down to unlock it. Adrianna turned to him, her eyes wide with hope cutting through her fear like the first light of dawn. Then, they heard the sound of boots approaching. Alessandro sprang to his feet, positioning himself in front of her. “Stay behind me,” he urged. The torches lining the tunnel flickered to life. From the shadows emerged Giovanni—not angry, not surprised, but grinning.

Acasia I stood there for quite some time wondering what the hell just happened. It took me a while to examine my surroundings because I kept thinking he would return. Stone spiral stairs circled inside the tower walls and stopped at an arched exit I could barely see. The tower rose higher still, but to access the columns, wings were required. I walked around the carcasses. Breathing deeply made me nauseous again so I tried using shallow breaths. I took the first steps of hundreds of stairs and began climbing.