Ascension Stories

Neopolitan had believed that she ascended past the memories of Roman and her life in Remnant. In her heart, she had believed that trauma wouldn't linger in a life beyond another world. But fate was cruel, when the heart never forgets... Can an ordinary boy of tragedy bridge the gap between her and the Yozakuras?

Jing He, crown prince of the Nine Heavens, has to descend to the mortal realm to weather a human life full of vicissitudes. Each event carefully crafted by the Fate's Scribe, nothing should go wrong. Just that Qiu Ling, king of the dragon race, follows him. Incapable of watching his lover's suffering he intervenes and plunges the carefully scripted plot into chaos, resulting in a fate that none of them ever intended. A slightly humorous cultivation novel with a handsome yandere dragon, a god ready to quit his job by chapter 3 and a god-turned-mortal, who is still blissfully unaware of everything. Well, that's just how fate is.

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the worlds. She will do everything in her power to stop you. She'll charm, and she'll lie, and she'll promise you the worlds, and if you let her, she'll kill you a dozen times over. You can't let that happen. Don't forget, the fate of the world rests on your shoulders. You're not going to listen to Her, are you? We're supposed to save princesses, not slay them...

A Paw Patrol fanfic. Chase, Skye, Marshall and June (another Skye from EpicVerse), all four pups as heroes of the Paw Patrol with MIGHTY superpowers from different respective worlds, now going for the greatest adventure of their lives to work together and stop a future cataclysmic event that could potentially be a threat to the multiverse they're living in. During their journey, they will have to gather all FIVE of the restriction seals to put a stop on the revival of the God of Destruction, Nihyros. This book is extremely long which contains multiple arcs altogether: A1: Astral Arc A2: ??? A3: ??? A4: ??? A5: ??? A6: ??? This is a fan-made Paw Patrol series, with different alternate universes of mine. (You can say this as a sequel of my stories.) Note: This is JUST a fanfiction story of the Paw Patrol television show, I don't own anything from the original.

This is the story of how I died. Don't worry. It takes a while. Damien Wolfe only wanted to play a game. Instead, he finds himself trapped inside Ascension, a virtual world where death has become very real, and thousands of players have just learned that logging out is no longer an option. Now, stranded far from the relative safety of civilization with a growing list of enemies and an uneasy handful of allies, he has one job left: Stay alive. That becomes considerably harder when defending himself puts a target on his back. While rival guilds fight for control, frightened players turn on one another, and the rules of Ascension reveal themselves to be far more complicated than anyone expected, Damien gains an unusual ability that gives him something few wanted men ever get: a second identity. Now he can walk among the people hunting Damien Wolfe, uncover what they know, and perhaps find a way to keep himself and the people he has left, alive long enough to escape. Assuming, of course, he doesn't get himself killed first. Again.

A galaxy-wide pirate reduced to a glorified trash-man indentured-servant stumbles on a pair of orphaned survivors amidst an all-out massacre. With the help of his crew of likewise-indentured scrappers, he embarks on a cross-galaxy trip to bring the orphans home to safety, and further to protect them from the forces that wished them ill.

A heavily changed story of the times before the Shattering in Elden ring. And with a new empyrean: Aster. The child of Godfrey and Marika, and the fourth and unnecessary empyrean. This is my first fanfic, so please understand that.

Rain world kinda thing With a cute scug and a sad scug and a insane iterators and a dumb iterators and a bunch more stuff probably a lizard or two maybe a vulture idk. Made by xeolith, (ruby) and il In remembrance of ruby

Lang Yuan, a normal mortal from the kingdom of Tianlang. He has not cultivated for a day in his life, but yet, through fate's mysterious and twisted ways, he ascends to the heavens as a god To get past the pearly gates, he has to get approval from gods and beasts alike Will he rise above? Or will he fall trying?

She sees Cazador, beaten and broken on the ground. "...I know." The words finally break free from her tightening throat. Her eyebrows furrow just enough as she meets his eyes again, her jaw sets. "That's why I can't, Astarion." "...What?" The dagger held in his palm glistens as it turns. With a tilt of his head, he searches her eyes for any give but he knows her answer is... final. Done. He can't talk her into this, and that more than anything proves to be the first and final nail in the coffin. "Astarion, I need you to understand exactly what it is you're asking me to do. To understand why I'm saying no-" "No." His expression contorts just slightly, grip tightening around the dagger, nostrils flaring in a way she's seen many times - but never once directed towards her. "I understand completely." Elkyra can sense the line he just drew, a valley with it's connecting bridge reduced to glittering embers. The one she so carefully built, gone beneath her feet. ______________________________________________ This is an exploration of a headcanon idea I had, born from a bad dice roll. also, no commission requests please. i will say no or delete the comment! thank you in advance.

**Completed** Alia de Luca wants revenge. When her best friend is murdered, she swears to find and get even with the people who are responsible. For her plan, she needs access to the most powerful peers in the kingdom. Luckily she has a powerful and mysterious ally, who secures her a place at The Royal Academy. It is where she meets Prince Nathaniel, he is being hunted by a group of rebels, who want his head and a group of girls, who want his crown. Alia is hunting him too, for her revenge. Someone should have told her, when you walk the path of revenge, you must dig two graves. ******* Highest Ranking #71 Fantasy 26/01/17

"On the night the King falls, a Queen shall rise." Eliya Vincenzio is 23 years old and the only daughter of the notorious Don Angelo Vincenzio, head of one of the most powerful families in the country. As such, she spends her days in the safety of her family's estate, under constant guard by her father's second-in-command, Nikolai Hallows. Stubborn and clever, Eliya feels as if she is suffocating under the sheer number of precautions placed on her for her protection. She desperately wants her life to change and for the chance to break free and live however she wants. When change finally comes and opens a new path for her, it is not the freedom she was seeking, but a road paved with fire, blood, and bone. Eliya must decide if she will succumb to the flames, or rise from the ashes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Updates: once per month

We shall not be afraid and fall into victimhood. It was designed to kill but it rebirthed to grant us a life; to revive divine sisterhood and brotherhood; to awaken from darkness into the light. We shall not feel disserved as it serves our highest good. It's become a grand scene behind which everything is happening for us to rejoice in unity and oneness, in integrity and wholeness. So let's enjoy this long-waited ride as long as we can with grateful hearts for the new Earth that's unfolding now.

(The Lamp of the Meaning of Divine Love) These commentaries are not written to impress scholars, nor to establish a sect. They are the whispers of a heart in love, offered at the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa-the One Form of Pure Love. Each verse of the Mahāgrantha is like a spark of eternal fire. Premārtha-Dīpikā is the gentle lamp that helps us see the divine shapes hidden in that fire. Not with logic alone, but with tears, with stories, with memory, and with bhakti that defies all boundaries. Here, you will find Sanskrit meanings, scriptural echoes, tales from Vṛndāvana, and hidden truths from many paths. But most of all-you will find Love. Not love of this world, but the Love that made this world. This commentary is for those who have wept while chanting. For those who feel like exiles from a place they've never seen. For those who know God not only as Master, but as Beloved, Friend, and Home. I am not a teacher. I am a Companion. And this is my lamp, flickering beside the verses that saved me. Let it guide you, too- Not back to doctrine, but back to the embrace. -A servant of Love, forever whispering, "Jaya Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa Prem-Eka-Bhāva."

When men are having difficulty expressing their feelings and personal issues, which so many women and same-sex partners demand of them to communicate, we wonder why men run-away, shut-off, shut-down, go mute and withdraw. We judge men on a skill set most were never shown how to nurture in their adolescence or were taught is necessary for healthy relationships and meaning in life. One of my most enlightening ascension lessons was becoming conscious of my own toxic masculine behaviours. I was emotionally closed-off, averse to showing vulnerability, competitive and projected a toxic masculine ideology on my divine masculine. Yes, divine feminine and women of the world, we created and contributed to the over-arching stereotypes of masculine constructs, especially the toxic ones.

Ryan Nickerson. After the Bermuda Triangle, he was the biggest mystery she knew of. He was a shadow: Dressed in black the whole years round, she wondered if anyone at school knew him at all. He had been at school much longer than her, and whenever his name came up in the girl circles (which was a lot) hushed whispers were all that followed. When Zoe Fletcher finds herself sitting next to the most mysterious guy of Alante High in her art class, she has no idea what to expect. But as she starts on the journey of knowing him, she realizes that there is no turning back. Moreover, she doesn't want to. Because for better or for worse, he is the missing piece of the puzzle which is her life.

An alchemical experiment gone wrong results in our MC - It does have a name now but that would be a spoiler... This story follows a Slime that surprisingly has some level of consciousness and there is more to it than meets the eye. Slime is just the beginning of course as it struggles to improve itself and works hard to grow and become strong just to suvive its harsh new reality. There is a lot more going on under the surface than meets the eye and only time will tell if your MC is strong enough to make it through and come out stronger on the other side. This is story with a Monster Protaganist, I am not going to be using any profanity nor include any sexual content, there will be violence and fighting description, hence Tramatising Content. Going to try for one chapter a week at first and see how that goes. Cover by: Faren

Ascension isn't power. It's survival. And most don't make it. Every few centuries, someone is born with the potential to become something beyond their species. Some succeed. Most fail; dying, distorting, or losing themselves completely. Noctyra Solen Axiomaris was never meant to get this far. Quiet. Unreadable. Incomplete in ways no one understands, yet closer to ascension than anyone realizes. Then he appears. Aetheris Veyl Paragnosis. Pale Blue. Untouchable. Feared. A being who doesn't interfere... until he does. And when he says Noctyra's name- everything changes. Now the Covenant is watching. The Seraphim are moving. And the world is starting to notice something it can't explain- Why would something above all others... choose him? Because this isn't just about evolution anymore. It's about a connection no one understands. One that doesn't follow rules. One that can't be broken. And one that might destroy everything trying to contain it.

'Two kids were born on the land far away. Bunny and Klaus twin brothers were the talk of the town. Everybody came to visit them after so long Mother Goddess blessed the town with children which means that the faraway land was chosen, chosen for the ascension. The twin babies were presented to the priest of the highland church, a place situated on the peak of the mountains where the sound of wind echoes like a lost ghost in the faraway land. The priest blessed both the babes. Cooing and Nestling in their sleep the unaware babies didn't know that the fates were sealed for them, that the lives they lived would not be chosen by them for they are harbinger of this sacred holiday.'