Awake Books Novels & Stories

Willow I wake up tucked into my bed, with a small bouquet of white flowers by my side and a bower or silvery blooms overhead. A note on my bedside table in a slanted script has my name on top. I open it and read: Willow, I hope you have slept well. I left you some sweet blossoms to ease any sorrows and remind you of me. There is elixir for strength and recovery in the refrigerator and herbal tea next to your mug. The herbal tea is a human blend that tastes good and soothes the nerves, but isn’t magical. Call me if you need anything, anything at all. I hope to see you at the grand opening, but will understand if you want to stay away from the club.

(Jane’s POV) The alarm stirred me before the sound ever fully reached my ears—3:30 PM, sharp, just as I’d set it. I’d given myself a buffer before four, knowing I’d need time to recalibrate. Not just wake up, but come back to myself.

There were a lot of famous ones but only one caught my eye. It had a familiar spine and golden thread but this one had words running along the spine. "A witch's diary," I read. I ran my finger over the words. I instinctively closed my eyes with a gasp as a shiver fell down my spine. This book most definitely had a dark energy. I slowly removed it from the bookshelf. It had a plain black colour just like my journal. In fact it was an exact replica except for the words on the spine of the book.

Thea woke up as her alarm rang. She sat on the bed and stretched her arms like a cat. The vision in front of her blurry and she rubbed her eyes for some time to get a clear vision. She looked at the time and saw she got up on time. It made her happy. If gets up on time than it means that she will reach her school on time and her day will get good it. She forced herself out of the bed and went to washroom. She took her brush and squeezed out some paste on it and started to brush her teeth. After she was done, she rinsed her mouth.

They were only clear and calm. Then, he sighed and told me a long story. … Jason's life had been smooth sailing—except for the year he was six, when he was kidnapped. In the bumpy, swaying bed of a truck, a little girl about his age quietly fed the unconscious Jason a piece of candy she had hidden away. Before the sweetness reached him, the scent of blood from the girl's injured hand hit him first. She said her name was Sunny, and that she was her mother's little ball of sunshine.

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.

Ava's POV I shifted in the bed but I couldn't feel my husband's warm body close to mine. Perhaps he went down to drink something to help him sleep well. He often had insomnia. I walked down the stairs to get some milk, I felt a bit uneasy and my wolf has been restless for some time now. I had gone for a run and tried so many things to calm her down, but they didn’t work. Sage was sitting on the stool in the kitchen, drinking some milk.

I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. He had drugged me in the car. My consciousness blurred; I had to focus just to stay awake. I was done for. If anyone could save me now, it would have to be my phone. But it had been smashed by Thomas and left behind on the road. Despair consumed me… until the distant roar of a car engine reached my ears. Thomas frowned, hid the knife behind his back, and warned me to stay quiet. Then he went to check outside. What happened next, I don't know. When I woke, I was lying on the side of a road. The sky was completely dark. No one was around.

“I don't care, I hissed in their faces. There wasn't a mirror in sight here, but I just knew that if there were one, then my anger would have been hot to break it into a million pieces. I tried to calm myself down,but no matter what I did or how hard I tried, it just didn't work. In a fit of rage, I did a quick sweep of the place. Alongside the other things they used for healing obviously, was a huge bookshelf not far away from where I stood. It looked ancient and old, like something my forefathers had used and passed down from generation to generations. Even the air around it pulsed weirdly, and without knowing why the hell that was so, I marched towards it I could feel the rest of the heal

“Wake up, brother!” Richard bellowed as he sauntered into Oliver’s camp during the hour where the moon had retired but the sun had yet to wake up. “I have a surprise for you.” Oliver groaned as he rolled onto his back. With his arm over his eyes, he sniffed the air for the scent of coffee, but there was none. “No coffee?” he grumbled as he pushed his body into a sitting position. “This is better than coffee,” Richard eagerly said. “I’ve brought someone with me. Get up lazy bones.”