Awaken Novel Novels & Stories

Elara The awakening is cold, precise. No trace of the usual grogginess, only an immediate clarity, as if someone has flipped a switch in my brain. His command from the previous evening had worked with disquieting efficiency; my sleep was deep, dreamless, a plunge into the prescribed, restorative void. I get up, my body strangely light, my mind razor-sharp.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

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.

I know I'm dreaming, but I can't seem to wake up. When I wake up, my throat is raw, and even though it felt like I was sleeping for hours, I was only asleep for less than forty minutes. I go to wash my face, and when I look into the mirror, I don't recognise the face staring back at me. I've not recognised her for a long time. I try to remember the last time I ate and come up blank, a girl with shoulder length silver hair, a too thin face and dull brown eyes surrounded by bruises caused by lack of sleep stare back at me. I remember a time when I was pretty. My hair was waistlength back then, framing a face with delicate features, and my eyes were full of life. Now, I am a shell of the person

The Awakening Power The moon illuminated the sky as Lyra found herself solitary in the clearing, the cold air pressing against her. Her breaths came rapidly and shallowly, each exhale visible in the frigid night. A fresh wave of strength coursed through her, a sensation she struggled to describe. It felt as if every part of her was coming alive, as though her true self had been asleep for ages and was now finally awakening.

*Nina* I awaken to the gentle glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, stretching languidly while savoring the cool, soft embrace of the luxurious bed. Yet, as I open my eyes fully, a wave of realization washes over me… I am very much alone in this sumptuous haven. I rise, a heavy, satisfied feeling lingering in my body, remnants of a night filled with unforgettable passion.

Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home. We awaken by asking the right questions. We awaken when we see knowledge being spread that goes against our own personal experiences. We awaken when we see popular opinion being wrong but accepted as being right, and what is right being pushed as being wrong. We awaken by seeking answers in corners that are not popular. And we awaken by turning on the light inside when everything outside feels dark. I opened my eyes and saw Jaden walking in the room and placing the food on a small table next to me.

“Care to know where you are going?” I hadn’t spoken so how did he know I was awake? Again, I choose to keep my mouth shut, it was better for him to think that I was out of it. Alwin suddenly drops me to the ground. My neck cracked as I hit the floor head first sending a stabbing pain through my spine. My body sprawls forward as I land on my stomach with a dull thud. I try to keep my eyes wide and blink a lot to make him think that I was in a state of confusion when he suddenly kicks me in the ribs, knocking the air out of me.

I bet no one has noticed it yet because of the low light but in the morning, everyone will notice and I bet that would make me an alien of some sort! I know I should start screaming and packing back to Northwoods where it's safe and comfortable and absolutely dull. But I don't want that, I want this. I want to be here. And I promised Sir Finnegan I won't die in the first week. I smiled and closed my eyes. I can't wait for morning.