Awake Books Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard, hoping I was wrong, "I think they are trying to get both cells from vampires and werewolves to merge, creating some type of steroid," "Yea... But for who?" "For themselves," Al spoke, "They want to evolve," "Evolve to what?" I asked, He looked over to Amber, who was sniffing the air, listening keenly, not to him but above, "What is it?" "W.I.K.D... Too many to count." "Shit... We have to move and fast. I will stay behind, set the bombs, and d******d that file. Amber takes her... I will catch with you guys"

"But you are as charming as ever, I see. Still winning friends and influencing people? Did you buy the book as well? I heard it was a fascinating read." Blake's hand tightened slightly at my waist, a warning. Ford's mouth curved, but there was no warmth in it. But I could see I had shocked him with my comeback. "I'm surprised Blake brought you. After everything." "After waking up from a coma, you mean?" I asked sweetly. "Yes, terribly inconsiderate of me to survive. Better a funeral than an after party. But I’m guessing there would have been a few of them taking place had I really died.”

A familiar bookshelf slid away from the wall. An old leather-bound volume floated toward my hands. I smiled. "Thank you." The castle hummed quietly. Almost proudly. I opened the book. Its title immediately caught my attention. The Awakening of Dormant Bloodlines My heartbeat quickened. I sat immediately. The first chapters described different awakening methods used throughout history. Some involved meditation. Others difficult trials. Several required guidance from an awakened relative. Then... A sentence made me stop reading. I read it again. Then a third time.

the cleaner bowed lightly. “Did Luna ask you to clean it?” “Yes, alpha” she answered, “she asked me to clean it up and throw some of the things away and some inside the storage” I stepped into the room, it looked spic and span but it was mostly filled with books. I picked one of the books, it was a medical book. Almost all of them were medical books, she mentioned loving medicine one time. Well, she could heal my legs so I am guessing her love for it was serious.

I couldn't help but linger for a moment, staring at it as if it were a loaded gun, waiting for me to pull the trigger. With a burst of energy, I crossed the room, dropped onto my bed, and flipped open the book. The pages smelled of nostalgia, faintly musty yet deeply familiar. My eyes quickly skimmed past the opening chapters, which smelled oddly of roses and soft conversations, before settling on the surprising backstory. In this world, witches mingled with supernatural creatures in a kaleidoscope of forbidden love. It was like something straight out of my daydreams, but with dark undercurrents pulling me in further.

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house well it was really reading enclave fitted with a door. Maybe my father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by the people who said they loved me.

Chapter 46 Ashley’s POV I woke up to a faint, delicious aroma drifting through the crack of the guest room door, cutting straight through the heavy, suffocating fog of sleep. For a fleeting second, confusion washed over me. I wasn't in that cold, sterile bedroom where I used to wake up with a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I was in Syer’s house.

"I just got out of the emergency room, but they're sending me to the ICU. You need to come to the hospital, pay my medical bills, and reimburse the firefighters who paid for me." At this point, I was barely clinging to life. Frankly, it took every ounce of strength I had left to make that call. Each word I forced out sent fresh waves of pain through my body, sweat dripping from my forehead. Yet, he simply said, "If you're well enough to call me, it can't be that bad. There's no need for me to come. Paige's unwell and having nightmares. She needs me by her side." He had to be with her when she was doing experiments, when she was in a bad mood, when it was her birthday…

His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With an exuberant burst of energy, Bless jumped up from his seat, and his tiny feet pattered on the stage as he ran towards the presenter, who knelt down to his level, extending a shiny trophy towards him. Bless's small hands reached out, trembling with excitement, to accept the trophy. It felt like a treasure from a fairy tale, and he clutched it to his chest with a mix of pride and wonder.