Awake Arise Or Be Forever Fallen Novels & Stories

"The price is paid. You may ask." Liora's heart ached for Ronan, but she pushed forward. "The Sleeper. One of the Fallen Pantheon. What is it? How do we stop its dreams from destroying the world?" The Echo swayed. "The Sleeper is known as Morpheus, the Shaper of Dreams. He did not fall in battle. He fell into despair. He saw the endless chaos of mortal lives, the pain, the fleeting joys, and he found it meaningless. He chose to sleep, to dream a perfect, orderly world. But his despair leaks out. His dream is a cancer."

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

“Why is that? Isn't this a safe place? She continued eating the food on top of the table. “I don't know. But we should not call a place safe not unless we are sure about it.” He became skeptical because of everything they have been through. Sebastian heard a soft moan. “Good, he is awake.” Slowly, his body rose up from another couch he was rested; his eyelids are still close. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Absentmindedly he uttered, “Fuck! That was a great fall. My body still hurts—” He immediately ceased himself from rubbing his eyes for it had opened abruptly for him to behold his companion staring at him. He just realizes his words.

Moms final words echoed like a prophecy through the collapsing dream: “You were born of moonlight and fire. You carry the Goddess in your blood. Rise, Aurora. For if you rise— the darkness falls.” Light swallowed hers. The dream shattered. And I fell— Falling— Falling— And—

His warmth steadied me, reminding me I wasn’t alone. Yet the mark burned hotter, pulsing in rhythm with my heart. And in that rhythm, a whisper slithered through my thoughts, soft and poisonous. You cannot stop what is already awake. I blinked hard, banishing the voice, but my stomach turned cold. Because deep down, I knew the truth. The dead had only begun to rise.

Surprisingly, despite my mind working overtime and inability to keep picturing Colton inside my head, I fell asleep. Curled up with Meadow, talking quietly until the darkness grew that we could no longer see each other, and we faded into tiredness. I don’t remember who fell asleep first, but I woke to her rousing me with a shake and telling me we had to get up. Exhausted, groggy, and somewhat disorientated, as I came to and impulsively reached for the warm and familiar body of my mate and blinked at the shock of his absence.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Whichever way you look at it, whether you live or eventually die things will always come to an end. Summer ~”AARON …AARON ARE YOU OKAY? ...BABY WAKE UP…AARON.” I am surrounded by complete and utter darkness. If there is light at the top of this bottomless pit then I sure ain't seeing it. I am completely and utterly alone, I cannot hear voices or see the shadows of any faces, I cannot even hear myself breathe. I believe that is it for me then, I must be dead and I am falling down this hole deeper and deeper with every passing second.

I stared at my reflection: dark hair tangled, silver-gray eyes tired, slender body marked by faint old bruises. My birthday was approaching fast. I was turning eighteen. The age when many wolves fully awakened their stronger forms. I wondered if mine would even come or if I would stay this broken version forever. I closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling me under. The dream came suddenly, like a door cracking open in my mind. Starlight poured across an endless night sky, ancient and glowing with silver fire. Forgotten whispers echoed around me, soft at first, then growing louder. “Heir of the lost line... the Oracle awakens...”

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.