Awaken Novel Novels & Stories

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS LITTLE WIFE WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM *************************************GEEGEE*************************** She was so exhausted from running that she couldn't help but stop at the cliff's edge to catch her breath. The only place she could think of to flee after being pursued for three days with nowhere to go was here. In her hour of need, she had summoned that

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

***"And she realized the story was a cage. So, she closed the book." --- ### The Awakening (The True One) **GASP.** Liquid flooded out of my mouth as I bucked upward. My lungs burned with a cold, chemical fire. I wasn't in a park. I wasn't on a desk. I was in a dark, cold room filled with the hum of a thousand cooling fans. I was naked, covered in a thick, translucent gel, and there were tubes—real, rubber and plastic tubes—plugged into my spine and my throat.

I told them to meet me at the trailhead a mile down the road. I walked out into the crisp, post-storm air, not looking back once. The forest was vibrant, the leaves dripping with rainwater, but all I could feel was the hollow, aching silence where my future used to be. The Awakening Adrian’s POV I woke up to the smell of cold ashes and the absence of heat. Usually, I woke up with my mind already racing—stock prices, merger hurdles, the next move in the game. But for a few beautiful, fleeting seconds, the only thing in my head was the weight of Amara’s head on my shoulder and the scent of her hair.

Aurora didn’t answer immediately. Because something else had appeared. Not from the system. Not from the network. From inside her access layer. A message. Clean. Impossible. Familiar. WELCOME BACK, AURORA. Her pupils tightened slightly. Because she understood what that meant. Not arrival. Not discovery. Reactivation. The system hadn’t been breached. It had been awakened. And she was not the observer of it. She was the trigger. The room held its breath. Even the machines felt quieter now.

They shimmered as if carrying centuries of untold memories, and the air in the room seemed to crackle at their intensity. The awakened one pushed himself upright, his movements cautious, as though testing the world. His gaze swept the room, confusion knitting his brow. “Where… where am I?” His voice was hoarse, yet steady, carrying a resonance that made the shadows recoil slightly. “Who… who are you?” The torch-holder leaned closer, letting the light illuminate his own face. A subtle, almost triumphant smile curved his lips. The awakened man’s eyes widened with recognition, flickering with a mixture of disbelief and dawning awareness.

Then my sight blurred at the edges, the glowing runes smearing into streaks of silver. I staggered forward, gripping the edge of the stone bed as my knees buckled. My wolf howled inside me, not in pain but in need and hunger. Heat flooded my body in waves, coiling low in my spine and spreading outward, drowning every rational thought. My scent exploded into the room, raw and uncontrolled, saturated with need. My heart thundered, but my awareness and reasoning slipped through my fingers. This was the Awakening. My strength drained even as something deeper unfurled. I felt exposed, stripped down to nothing but want. Every breath burned. Every nerve ended in longing. The Blood Moon wasn’t awake

mira muttered, her eyes filled with dread. “premature awakening?” I repeated, “it seems you know much about this.” “yes I do, but—” she paused, looking at me weirdly. “But what?” I raised a brick, then my eyes went down on my body, checking to see what she was looking” “How are you still strong?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean?” my eyes narrowed. More confused than she was. “premature awakening. Is a wicked act, where your brain is invaded and then your powers are triggered by an artificial manipulated dream.” she explained, the shock still registered on her face.

--- The Awakening I woke up in Derek's hands, shaking. "Diva—wake up—" I gasped, eyes flying open. "Derek." His arms wrapped around me, his voice shaking. "You were out for hours." Jax sat beside us, eyes wide. "Your eyes…" Derek's expression hardened. "What about them?" Jax swallowed. "They're glowing." I blinked. Derek brushed a lock of hair from my face, his face wide-eyed. "Diva… you're different." And I had felt it too.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old books and dust, the shelves lined with ancient tomes and scrolls that hadn’t been touched in years. This place felt like a tomb, a forgotten relic of a time when the pack had been ruled by something far more dangerous than any single alpha. I moved through the aisles, scanning the shelves for anything that might give me answers. My fingers grazed over the spines of old leather-bound books, my eyes skimming the titles—Bloodlines of Power, The Hybrid's Curse, Secrets of the Alpha’s Mark—until I found one that caught my attention. The Dark Awakening. I pulled the book from the shelf, my pulse quickening. The title sent a chill down my spine, but I