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James knew he was no match for Honorius. At that moment, he catalyzed Sacrilegious Ascension, which he had not used for a very long time. Sacrilegious Ascension was the significant cultivation method of the Demonic Ape Race and had strict requirements for the physical body. This was a mysterious secret art that increases one’s strength.

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

“The Underworld had the lowest entry requirement, you just need to be a soul, but then all memories you gain in that place will be forgotten once you leave. It’s like a boy scout’s mantra, what you see, what you hear, when you leave, leave them here.” “As for the Skyworld, it’s a littler different. Mortals have to be ascended ones before getting the qualifications to enter that world. These ascended ones called Anitos are deities that can walk and reign in the mortal world, but once they are up above, they have to bow down to the actual authorities of that place.” “The Skyworld is several times vaster than the Underworld and might even be bigger than the Mortal World and its galaxies combine

I felt something tearing inside my head, trying to break through a wall I never knew existed. The Priestess's voice, cool and imperious, cut through to me. "Princes! The Rite of Ascension begins! Claim thy Lady!" I looked up, the pain overridden by a surge of adrenaline. The three huge auras of Zilo, Klaus, and Zack no longer stood afar. They moved, fast, closing in on the circle.

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As the sun descends, I start getting ready to meet Chris at the forest line. While looking at my reflection I'm determined to fight for what is mine, what the moon goddess gifted me, I refuse to hand my mate over on a silver platter. I close my eyes and exhale, it's time to start my walk. So many thoughts run through my mind as I walk, I look up to see he's already there waiting for me. He smiles " Is she ready to meet me?"

“Consider this a warm-up. The real test will come when you face Asher.” Jason’s expression hardened. “I’m ready. He won’t stand a chance.” “Good,” I said. “Because failure is not an option.” As the days passed, the castle buzzed with activity. The ritual drew closer, and every detail had to be perfect. The full moon was only three nights away, and with it, my ascension. But the closer we got to the ritual, the more I felt the cracks in my armor widening. Elana’s warnings about Willow refused to leave my mind, no matter how hard I tried to dismiss them.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.

I wished silently. Lot number after lot number, each time slot was being worked through quickly and efficiently. We were almost into the forties now. I had noticed that the first lot of every ten were supposed to be like, "prized" items. Lot one had been the young werewolf girl, lot ten had been a pregnant human whose baby would be half wizard. Lot twenty had been a full blooded wizard. Lot thirty, a fawn. Rare to come across in the wild, even more rare to catch one. The young girl, who looked to be around my age, after being brought out onto the stage, led by an absolute terror of a man, only had bloody nubs on the top of her head where her antlers should have been. They looked like they'd

"What kind of test is this?" "The kind that will break us if we’re not careful," I replied, my voice low. I could feel my pulse quickening, the memories of past traumas stirring within me. Whatever trial awaited, it would be more than just a physical battle. It would be a fight for our very souls. The spirit’s form shimmered, and the air around us grew even colder. "Step forward and face your trial." I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath as I moved closer to the tomb’s entrance. The others followed, their expressions grim. There was no turning back now. The deity was waiting, and the only way forward was through the test.