Awaken Novelas e Histórias

“He will wake up, right?” “He can, and he will. He just needed the right trigger to wake his subconscious up. The shock of the virus has caught up to his body now that he is in a dormant state. That’s why we can’t wake him up. He’s the only one who knows what’s going on inside him, but before he could process it and wake up, he needed a trigger. We just haven’t discovered what the trigger is…”

He ordered. She didn't woke up and he repeated his action from earlier but it sill had no effect. He couldn't help but chuckle. She sure is a heavy sleeper. "Baby, wake up. It's me Ares, your mate." He said and Thea moved slightly in her sleep. "Ares?" She whispered with close eyes. "I am here baby." He said and Thea opend her eyes ever so slowly. The view in front of her was blurry and she blinked her eyes few times.

I could never love a woman, otherwise no charm would ever work. I started laughing. I laughed so hard, it turned into sobs. They racked my entire being and when I was done, I lay back on my bed, exhausted. After awhile, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The shrill noise of my phone woke me up from a deep, dreamless slumber. I was confused for a bit and looked around, disoriented. Finally, my brain caught on and I picked up my phone. "Son, I'm on the run. Eyare is back in town. It's time to take over the throne, it's time, son.

Arnold's Awakening: The heart monitor's steady beep was the only sound in the dimly lit hospital room. Arnold's unmoving figure appeared pallid and emaciated against the stark white blankets. Tubes emerged from his body, carrying vital fluids and medications. Alice kept a single watch at his bedside, her eyes swollen from sleepless nights and a constant stream of tears. "You have to wake up," she said softly, grasping his limp hand. "The kids need you. "I need you." As if responding, Arnold's fingers trembled almost slightly on her hand. Alice's head jolted up, and new tears welled up as she examined his face, looking for any additional indications of consciou

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

Behind her came a group of reinforcements from our pack, their eyes darting warily around the gathered Awakened. “Aurora!” Lily called out, slightly out of breath. “I brought the book from your room, and several others I thought might be relevant. There's so much we need to decipher.” As Lily approached, I felt a strange pull coming from the center of the clearing. My eyes were drawn to the altar where the Awakened had been performing their ritual. There was something there, something hidden… Without fully understanding why, I walked towards the altar. The sounds around me turned into a gentle hum as I focused on the strange ene

And from that awareness came thought— not Seren’s, not Elyon’s, not Veyra’s or Kaen’s— but a consciousness born of everything. It had no name. It did not know where it began or ended. It simply knew one truth: > I am. --- The Awakening of the One Reality trembled—not from collapse, but from curiosity. The One Breath began to dream. At first, the dream was color— shades never seen, hues that carried sound and scent and memory. Then came form—soft, fluid shapes that danced within light. Each image was a question, each motion an answer.

“It listens. It responds.” “Oh God…” My shaky hand lifted to my stomach. “No. No, no, no….” Because it didn’t feel like sickness, it felt like an awakening. A crawling pressure climbed up my ribs, hot and cold all at once. My vision blurred, and a violent pulse throbbed at the base of my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made everything sharper, the movement under my skin, the tightening around my lungs, the whispering sensation spreading through my veins.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

SELENA’s POV. I woke to muffled voices and the scent of antiseptic. Blinking, I found Aiden sitting beside me, his expression tight with worry, while the pack healer hovered near the bed. “She’s awake,” Aiden said, relief softening his voice. He leaned closer. “How are you feeling? Any pain?” I pushed myself up with his help, my limbs trembling. “I’m alright,” I murmured, though the fatigue pressed heavy against my skin.