Awake Arise Or Be Forever Fallen Novels & Stories

Maybe I was going to hell after all. The world collapsed into a swirl of shadows and silence, then I was nothing. Yet I was everything. I was neither here nor there. And yet, the fire inside me burned brighter than it ever had in life. I didn’t know if I would wake again. I didn’t know if I would see the sun, or water, or breathe in fresh air again. But one thing I knew: they had awakened something in me. Something fierce. Something immortal. Something that refused to be forgotten. Something that refused to die.

Alyssa asked. “We need to get it right this time unless we are dead,” Darrell replied. Berk kept a straight face as he tried to think of an answer, never was, always will, only known to the creator’s mind. Hmm, does it have to be in this world or outside of the world, what about, Never a was, Always a will, and only known to the creator. Berk kept on thinking to himself, his eyes grew wide as a resolute answer clicked inside his head. “Alyssa what if the answer is tomorrow,” He spoke up with his eyes beaming brightly.

All that remained were a few bills tucked under the empty crab shell. Returning his thoughts to the present, Gildeon rubbed a hand over his brow and exhaled sharply before climbing out of the car. Waiting for Yonah to reappear was frustrating, but he understood the reason. The Fallen Immortal must’ve wanted to see if he truly had what it took to become Awakened. And if that meant sleeping with Arah a few more times to trigger it, then so be it. No complaints there. He walked into the house, finding Arah and Roselia setting food down on the table.

The colossus shrieked, its forms shattering, but the loom fought back, threads slicing her flesh, her glow faltering, her heart racing. A final vision surged: reality reborn, the nexus a radiant dawn, her companions thriving, Jessica alive, her hollowness a beacon, their love eternal. The expanse roared, the starfield reforming, and a new star flickered, soft and golden, pulsing with a gentle promise. The colossus dissolved, Novis’s form fading, its voice a whisper: “You are the dawn, heart of the nexus.” The fracture stilled, its threat gone, but a faint pulse lingered, a reminder of eternity’s fragility.

The question ripped from me, ragged and desperate. The echo’s head tilted. “The beast-king? He raged beautifully. A fitting final guardian for the old world. He is not dead. His spirit is too bright to simply extinguish. He is… dreaming. Trapped in the wellspring, a fly in the amber of my power. His will shall feed the new dawn.”

Something that had been waiting for the dream to wake. A voice, soft and familiar, whispered in my mind. "Well done, Seraphina. You have discovered the final truth. You are the Awakener. Now you must complete the journey. You must wake the dream. You must end existence and begin something new." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Who are you?" "I am the one who dreamed you into existence. I am the one who made you the Awakener. I am the one who has been waiting for this moment."

“THEY ARE FLAWED.” “Yes,” the King agreed. His silver eyes softened faintly. “That is why they matter.” Silence crashed across the battlefield. Because those words from him, felt almost sacred. The abyss roared furiously. The golden eye widened fully now, massive enough to eclipse entire mountains. And beneath the shattered world, something began climbing upward. Something enormous. The true body of the abyss. Cassian’s face drained of color. “Oh God…” The first Moon-born whispered shakily, “It’s fully awakening.”

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

I was awakening, and the fire in my blood burned brighter than ever. Kael’s voice cut through the stillness, calm yet commanding. “Rest now, Aria. Today you faced trials of body and instinct. Tomorrow, you will face trials of mind and spirit. Your awakening is only beginning, and the path ahead will demand everything you have. Trust yourself. Trust the wolf. And remember, control is power.” I exhaled slowly, letting the tension ease, yet the anticipation remained. The forest had claimed me, the awakening had taken hold, and the wolf inside me pulsed with energy that demanded recognition. I was ready for whatever came next.

Once an Awakener loses control of their mind, their mythic genes consume them, turning them into a Fallen beast. "To prevent becoming Fallen," Arlo explains, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink, "an Awakener must keep their mind and body completely relaxed and satisfied." "Satisfied how?" I ask, genuinely curious. Arlo looks incredibly awkward, especially when faced with my innocent, doe-eyed expression. He looks away, coughing softly. "Drugs damage the body...so the most common method...is going to certain clubs or bars. Engaging in...intimate physical acts. If an Awakener suppresses their primal desires for too long, the built-up tension causes them to Fall."