Awake Arise Or Be Forever Fallen Novels & Stories

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling until exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep. But when I woke, everything felt… different. My limbs were heavy, aching deep in the muscles, yet I could move again. I could stand. Whatever Kourtney had done, it wasn’t random. She was coming after me—deliberately and cruelly—and this was only the beginning.

Into presence. Suddenly she stood not in the grove but a vast plain of soil, where thousands of blooms stirred. Some familiar, others foreign. Some fully grown. Others mere threads. Each one whispered in a different tongue. But all carried her name. Ari of the Breath. Ari of the Broken Line. Ari of the Third Bloom. A voice, older than any she had heard before, rose like wind over flame. “You woke us. Now let us breathe.” Then darkness. And Ari awoke, gasping, alone.

Safe. He woke with a sharp inhale, the emptiness beside him immediate and cruel. For a long moment, he lay still, staring at the ceiling. Then he sat up. He couldn’t keep doing this. Not pretending. Not the distance. Not the unanswered questions. He didn’t want her back like this. He wanted the truth. Maya woke with a headache and a familiar sense of dread. Another day. Another role. As she dressed, her fiancé watched her from the doorway.

This aquarium had killed their friend, and no one knew who would be the next victim or in what form they would be consumed. The announcement blared again amidst the grief of those who were still conscious. "One... consumed... Two... taken... Three... warped... Four... erased... Five... divided... Six... haunted... Seven... imprisoned in the past... Eight... hunted... Nine... imprisoned in truth... Ten... memory erased... Eleven... transformed... Twelve... imprisoned in illusion... Thirteen... warped mind..." "And one... has fallen asleep... Welcome... to becoming a part of Triton... the eternal Watcher... forever..."

Her head snapped toward him with a grinding crack, her gaze glowing pure amethyst. Then she whispered—slowly, like each syllable was carved in agony: “She’s waking him.” Kael’s blood turned to ice. Aria. She was alive. Somewhere in the Godgrave, she was calling to something—awakening something older, hungrier, more catastrophic than even the Second God. “What is she awakening?” Kael whispered. Lyris’s mouth twisted into a terrified smile—like the expression of someone watching a star die. “The First.” The cavern floor opened beneath them.

Elyria whispered. The chamber shook again. This time violently. Above— Varis closed his eyes briefly. Like a man facing the consequences of a decision made generations ago. Then he spoke the sentence that changed everything. “If the awakening completes…” His gaze lifted toward the floor beneath them. Toward Althea. “…then what we buried beneath Nightfall will rise with her.”

The loss of life was staggering today, and when the dust settled I could only hope things were better, different, the world we had hoped for. “Cain” the old Nephilim began, his hands applying gentle pressure to my side, where blood was continuing to seep out. “You need to rest.” I grunted in response, hauling myself to my feet. Wanting to simply pass out and never wake up. Just join Verity and Shamshiel wherever their spirits were, but I knew that was not to be. I headed toward my room, my feet dragging on the ground and my head bent low. I swung by the kitchen area, grabbing a bit of food and quickly devouring it on my way to my room. If I was lucky maybe I would choke on it. Kicking off my

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

But it doesn't matter if Jun wishes to not wake up the person, because that person is unknowingly creating troubles for others and he has to wake the person up for it. Jun abandons the harsh way and picks up the asleep person―to lean on his shoulder and makes way to one of the empty rooms―uh for people who wish to do private business in―and helps the person lay on the freshly made single bed. The person fell on the bed with a thud and muttered a low groan, eyes opening slightly to look at Jun. "Puh-puh please no moreee." The person groaned out, suddenly grabbing Jun's hand and pulling forward.

I looked down at Cassian, who still trembled in my hold and I realized we truly didn’t have a chance. “Help him. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just help him, please.” Darth's smile was wide, revealing double-fanged teeth. “Good. Things are finally working out perfectly.” He placed a hand over Cassian’s chest, “Expergiscere ex somno infinito (Wake from your endless sleep)” he chanted, eyes glowing gold and instantly, Cassian’s eyes snapped open. “Cassian!” I cried pulling him close. “Eloise,” he called, looking a bit disorientated, “What happened?”