Awake Arise Or Be Forever Fallen Novels & Stories

Always wins by losing differently. I'm rising. Into my mortal life. Where I'll love mates who forget me nightly. Where I'll rebuild bonds that erase daily. Where I'll suffer continually. Where I'll be immune eventually. I'm rising. Into the torture that is freedom. Into the agony that is victory. Into the suffering that is Aurora. Forever. Until death. Until ending. Until immunity saves me from the Absolute by destroying me daily instead. I'm rising. And I'm ready. AUTHOR'S NOTE:

“That power… impossible…” Seraphine rose slowly. Her eyes blazed molten silver. Her wounds closed instantly. The runes burned away. The sky darkened. The moon vanished. A vast, terrifying presence descended. She lifted her gaze to the heavens. And for the first time She understood. “I am not the anchor,” she whispered. “I am the source.” Shock rippled through the battlefield. The Arbiter’s face drained of color. “You were never meant to awaken,” he breathed. Seraphine’s lips curved into a lethal smile.

A vibration deep in my bones cold at first, then warm, then something altogether new. A voice whispers inside me. Not the goddess. Not Clara. Something older. “She rises.” My vision flashes silver. Ares is immediately at my side. “Aria....... Aria, what is it?” My breath comes out shaky. “She said… something inside me said…” I swallow hard. “‘She rises.’” The Circle stiffens. Varel’s face drains of color. “That’s the Awakening Phrase,” he whispers. “The same phrase recorded in the First Moon Prophecy the moment the two halves begin convergence.”

In the far corner of the sanctuary, he etched a message into stone with a blade of light. > “The fallen shall rise. The cursed shall remember. The child shall awaken.” It wasn’t just a vow. It was prophecy. --- Back at the Council Temple… The chamber was in ruin. Only five of the nine Elders remained standing. The rest were being stabilized by the elite guards, their bodies battered, their minds fractured from witnessing what should have been impossible. “Elira,” one of them whispered. “She awakens.” “We still have time,” said Elder Myria, her face covered in blood and ash. “She is not yet whole. Her awakening may not be complete.”

Shaking my head to clear the feeling that eternal nothingness pressing in from all sides. "Oh that, you were only able to see and remember that place because you are a vampire. Purgatory is for the supernatural. The second time you died you were sent there, that will be our final end one day. But you need not worry your pretty little head about it now." He stepped towards me grinning from ear to ear. The sight of his smile was both mesmerizing and utterly terrifying. "You will be immortal, I completely the process by feeding you my blood once again. You will never age, never grow old and weak. You will be forever beautiful, forever powerful." His words in replayed themselves in my mind on re

Alice tried to push him away with her hands over his chest, but Kalias was stronger, always would be - after all he was a werewolf. "You will be mine, Aynur" he growled as his lips parted and Alice’s body was abruptly dropped. Aynur. That name did ring out. "That’s not my name," she said trembling, her eyes full of tears. "When the blood moon comes, you will awaken" Kalias began, body tense, eyes dull and lifeless "if you’re right, I’ll kill you. I will tear out your heart and give it as a sacrifice to the fire, but if I am right, as I know I am, then you will awaken, Aynur the goddess of the night of all beings born with it; and by then, you will have fallen in love with me".

the thing we had broken hadn’t been the bottom. Zayden felt it too. his expression shifted. not fear. worse. recognition. “Aria…” Low. controlled. but I already knew. because the space was pulling again. not upward. not outward. down. And this time. there was no core left to break. no system left to shatter. only whatever had been beneath it all finally—fully awake.

(THE REAPER THAT IS NAME ARIUS) “DEATH, REBIRTH, OR REINCARNATION, WHICH ONE WILL YOU CHOOSE?” “Tsk!” clicking his tongue in dismay, as he woke up from that same old dream and where his world spun into the different side and turns into 360 degrees around.

--- The Voice Awakens The next morning, when Aria woke, the world sang. The wind carried harmonies. The trees shimmered with faint sound. The rivers pulsed with light. And when she opened her mouth to whisper a prayer, her words came out as music—notes that danced in the air like fireflies. The ground trembled. The mountains responded. The Voice of Creation had found its next bearer. --- The Prophecy Renewed In the distant city of Lumeris, the priests saw the Eclipse Moon flare once more and fell to their knees. Ancient inscriptions, long faded on the temple’s stones, began to glow again.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.