Alan Wake Novel Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV “I don’t understand. Where are we going?” “You will see soon my dear.” My arm was linked with Alwins', his hand pressed against mine. When I went up to see him, I was expecting the worst. Kyle had clearly run straight to him but Alwin had been sat on a plush gold sofa waiting for me with that irritatingly beautiful smile of his. “I want you to come on an errand with me!” He had continued to smile at me, no mention of Kyle, yet that rotten flesh smell, it was overwhelmingly powerful in his room.

`you dont have to look at the floor your very beautiful let me see your face` i blushed alittle when he said that `with all due respect alp`.... `dont call me that` he said ``but thats your title alpha isnt it` `yes but not one for you to call me` he said leaving me woundering what he ment by that. `im sorr`... i dont finsh before someone walks in. `im sorry kane but your mother is asking about you` wyatt comes into to tell kane . i flee as fast AS I CAN.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER WESLEY POV I burst into the cells only minutes after I got Seb’s mindlink. As soon as he ended it, I threw on a shirt and then took Haven to the packhouse. I didn’t bother showering or washing her scent off me. Even though Lennox would be dosed with wolfsbane and cuffed in silver, my Lycan wanted Haven’s scent on us so everyone would know she was ours.

So when the past knocks, Don’t open the door, open your heart, breathe deep and remind yourself; You are not what broke you. You are what survived it. -Poem lifted from ‘Yellowstone Wolves’. ALAYNA’s POV Warmth. That is the first thing I notice. Not the choking heat of the mansion's chambers or the sterile chill of Wanda’s clinic. This is real warmth. Soft, cosy and gentle. My fingers curl slightly, brushing against something coarse but clean. They feel like cotton sheets. Strange, I do not have cotton sheets in my room, they are all silken, just the way Drake likes them.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

“Death Reincarnate.” With the hardbound book by which covers represents a maiden, yet not the very crown princess, but a lady in blue they both know who. Winona flips the book around, and unto its back, she reads the words, the gist, and the very core of the novel that they are living and probably someone is reading along, as it goes like this with the words. “WAKE UP, DANIELA!” Having the chills, yet her heart beats an excitement from the name that pops and takes her utmost interest from. She slowly lay her back comfortably onto Leo’s fur, as she continues to read.

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.