Apocalyptic Chef Awakening Novels & Stories

“Doctor Brock, something is wrong with Alpha Wyatt. I need you in his office immediately.” As I turn my attention back to Wyatt, both the Supreme Elder and Doctor Brock chime, “Okay.” I quickly nudge Wyatt’s shoulder a little harder. “Alpha Wyatt wake up. Alpha, you need to wake up.” My breath hitches as Wyatt’s body suddenly goes limp. Shit. He is now unconscious. I quickly grab his shoulders and shake him harder than my previous nudges. “Alpha Wyatt! Don’t scare me like this! Wake up!”

The Vision skipped forward then as if skipping over something she didn’t want him to see. She smiled as she woke up to a strong smell of pine, thinking she had woken up from the awful dream. She tried to roll over but she was cuffed with silver chains. She was in a dungeon. She glanced around the room, starting to panic. ‘Jayce, Myra, somebody.’ She tried to mindlink them. “I wouldn’t bother, they can’t hear you.” The calm deep voice came from the shadows. “Who are you?” The voice that came out was not hers but Vivian’s.

Shawn’s spirit awoke because of a strong shaking of his body and when he opens his eyes, he saw a man with half mask on his face so near to him, he got startled and jumps away from him. “At last, you’re awake Shawn Myers,” he stares at him and menacingly smiles. “I was waiting for you to wake up but I got tired of waiting for you.” He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?”

But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined. The psychic had told us that Daciana was the reincarnation of Azrael, the primordial werewolf who once walked the earth. The stories I had heard about him growing up were terrifying. He was said to be the most powerful and dangerous werewolf to ever exist. His second coming was said to be for the sole purpose of eliminating all werewolves, as the ancestors collectively defeated him then. The news brought a wave of shock and fear to Richard and me.

Chapter 90 Alex yawned and opened his window. Why was his heart feeling pitter patter today? He wandered aimlessly around his home, not knowing what to do as this was the first time he had ever woken up so late. It was already noon. "Coffee first", he said to himself before heading to his kitchen. He would forever deny the sound that came out of his mouth at the sight he met in his kitchen. "Ahhhhhhhhh!", He shrieked like a five year old girl. "How are you in my house?!", He thundered, standing a little off to the side in fear.

It won't be easy to accept someone from your enemy's pack even though they claimed to be banished. "All done," Lilith said as she put on a clean bandage. She stood and admired her work. "Perfect. And you're still alive." She clapped. I snorted as I tried to sit up. "Let's go get something to eat." I followed Lilith as we made our way to the dining hall. Once inside, we headed directly to the buffet. I grabbed a tray and stacked it with pancakes, sausage, eggs, and a cup of orange juice. Yes, I was starving.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. Fortunately, I had called the police. Both Edith and I were rescued. Evelyn's voice came. "Edith, you haven't eaten for a day. I've brought you food." I looked up and saw her cutting fruit into different shapes, trying to feed Edith. Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit.

"How can we piece together what we don't even know?" Thea took a deep breath, her gaze drifting as if caught between worlds. "You will know when the next awakening is due. Until then, however… the answers you seek are hidden in shadows. You need to prepare for a journey through secrets and fragments that may at first seem insignificant. Each piece will reveal its importance over time, but it won't be obvious at the start." A heavy silence filled the room, anxiety weaving through us. "What comes next? How do we prepare?" Aaron asked, glancing between Thea and me, that warrior spirit shining in him.

He took a step back, his factory-reset face finally showing a flicker of something real. Fear. I opened my mouth, and the sound that came out wasn't a scream. It was a roar that shook the obsidian walls. The Devourer had awakened. And she was starving.

By day three, Maya has developed a close personal relationship with the inventory spreadsheet in her head. It has columns. It has projections. It has the grim emotional energy of a wedding seating plan prepared during a hostage situation. “Breakfast,” she says, placing two protein bars on the folding table like she’s serving tiny beige steaks. Dex looks at his. “Half?” “Half.” “It’s breakfast.” “It’s apocalypse breakfast. Very exclusive. Terrible reviews.” He picks it up, frowning. “I’m hungry.”