Awakened Outlaw Novels & Stories

“And you’re supposed to be six feet under the ground.” “I guess life’s full of surprises.” “You think this is funny?” He shook his head. “No. I think it’s sad.” My jaw tightened. “You destroyed my family. You sold us out.” His eyes flickered and a distant expression clouded them. “I didn’t…” Slowly, I slipped my hand from my back and raised the gun aiming straight between his eyes. “Doesn't matter what you have to say. You’re supposed to be dead but since you are miraculously alive, I will do you the honour of sending you back.”

It has always been myself and I. Maybe that is one of the factors why I grew up like this. At such a young age, I was able to provide for my own needs. Not only that, I am able to save money for my future as well. But at what cost? I became an ‘outlaw’ in my very own school. I have broken the school regulation of a religious school. That thought still bothers me, but I chose to continue what I am doing anyway. I even invited lots of my schoolmates so my business’ growth will be unstoppable.

The old order was trembling. A third awakening struck. This one was different. Raw. Uncontained. The bond flared across the territory like a pulse of lightning drawn from the heavens. The Alpha who had once dominated a small province screamed as their body convulsed and fell. Silence fell again, broken only by the faint echo of their collapse. And then the omega rose, stronger, brighter, unyielding. Power had found its rightful vessel.

He had calculated everything, and the only thing that mattered was his life. The two had no idea what happened after they left, but Vanity quickly finished all the men and slowly and painfully killed the Drysdale's men. “I made a promise to myself not to kill you or seek vengeance because you were the ones who brought me into this world. I had vowed not to touch you as long as you did not seek me first, but you are still so selfish that you delivered yourself to me, and in order to prevent that from happening again, this clone will end your miserable lives,” Vanity said as she sank her teeth into Dwain's neck and instantly claimed his life.

~Roman~ My hands have taken countless lives, and I never repent for any of them, believing I’m doing the world a favor by reducing the number of criminals wandering on the streets. I’m not a saint or hero, and never will I be. Since Abuelo died and I sat as Uno of the Outlaws, I’ve deterred myself from praying or setting foot in churches. I’m a sinner. I sold my soul to the devil for the greater good, and I’m aware that the time will come when I have to pay for my sins.

With his remaining hand, he formed a half-triangle, summoning a dense wall of compressed air around himself. His last defense. The barrier surged into place, but the blade pierced through it. The red energy tore through the wind as if it were nothing. “Impossible,” the Warden rasped. The next moment came swiftly. Theobald drove the blade into his chest, and the air wall collapsed. The Warden fell back onto the cold stone, his vision narrowing to the red glow before him—Theobald, and the weapon that had ended him. “You asked me what I am.” Theobald tilted his head, a spine-chilling smile on his face. “I’m Awakened.”

That unusual scrutiny quickly caught Malik's attention. Trenton extended a hand in introduction. "This is my nephew, Thorgan Willowford. He's an Awakened. I brought him to meet you, officers." The moment they heard that Thorgan was an Awakened, the dozen or so soldiers in the hut froze mid-motion and stared at him in shock. The probability of finding an Awakened in the outside world was extremely low. Most people mutated and died. Only a small number experienced positive mutations and gained powerful abilities.

The fury still claws beneath my skin. “My pack,” I said, voice steady but cold. “Three nights ago, we bled.” Murmurs stirred—low, uncomfortable. I raised a hand, and they stilled. “We were ambushed. Betrayed. Wounded in body and spirit. But we are not broken.” My gaze swept the room. They were listening now, every one of them. “Our dead will be honored. Our wounded will rise. And our enemies—” I let the growl edge into my tone just enough to shiver the air, “—will learn what it means to awaken a Den of wolves.”

And indeed when I checked the key was sitting there on his desk. I was almost to the door when I paused. I would need money if I wanted to survive out there. I couldn't go back to Rowan's pack. I just… couldn't. So I would live like a rogue. With no home and no pack. I walked back to his desk and searched for anything valuable. I saw a few wristwatches that I could sell and picked them, putting them all in the bag. This was what life had turned me into, a thief. But I couldn't care at this point. Numbness was creeping in fast and I was welcoming it.

Rick Stetson rode very faraway from Redwood City, he couldn't bear being called a murderer, he felt so guilty for what he had done, so he moved to a very distant land where no one knew him, so he could start anew. He knew Iris loved him so much, and he loved her too, he wasn't always like that. But things changed when he was going through a lot. The real reason was that he lost a lot of money and this got him to do things he wasn't used to.