Awakened Outlaw Novels & Stories

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Suddenly, a wolf stands in front of Christa; she feels so scared that she steps back. This is her first time meeting a real living wolf face-to-face, his red eyes are blinking. The lady is afraid, and the wolf has sensed this. However, there is something else. Christa has the weird feeling that someone inside her is calling. "Follow me, please." Evan has shifted back to his human form after a moment, topless. His six-pack stomach and extremely well-proportioned figure are a temptation to ladies as an expensive bicycle to thieves.

“They were at different stages, some were just bones, others looked like they have been there for some time. Others may be from a few days ago.” Alwin had been breaking his own law. How had I not seen it? It was time for me to wake up and see Alwin for what he really was, nothing more than a monster. I grab hold of Chepi who had stopped once again, her eyes back on the stars. Simon links me asking if there is any news, but there wasn’t anything for me to say. I still hadn’t found my mate and oh wait, I had failed to see what was really happening in this world.

"You look cute enough, but you're too scholarly for my type." The guy looked disgusted before he stood up. It's his turn to introduce himself. "My name is Linus Penn, 15 years old. I'm a Rogue." Some of the girls started swooning. Rogues are wolves without a pack and sometimes without a family. They used to be viewed as dangerous, and uncontrollable but seeing that they're admitted here, that must have changed. They must have lived hard lives too, the woods are unkind to lone wolves. I grinned at Diana wickedly. "You sure he's not your type?"

The courtyard became a storm of violence. I felt Ava’s pull on me, desperate. “Diego—” I grabbed her shoulders, forcing my eyes into hers. “Stay behind me.” Her father’s voice roared over the noise. “Protect Ava!” And then the beast inside me stopped asking. It took. The shift ripped through me again, faster this time, brutal and merciless. My body exploded into the Lycan form, towering, monstrous, muscles ripping against skin as I hurled myself into the fray. The first rogue never even saw me coming. My claws tore through him like paper. Another leapt for Ava, and I intercepted, slamming it into the cobblestones so hard the ground shook. The guards faltered for a moment, staring—not at the

But here I stood, empty of empowerment, barren of courage. But no sooner had despair reached its peak than the shriek of a snowmobile cut through the chaos, sending waves of hope rushing through me. I turned toward the sound, breath caught in my throat. There, piercing the fog of battle like the tip of a spear, was Aaron. He was a warrior dressed in white pants, the fabric tight against his body as he charged into the chaos. My mouth opened to scream, to call out to him to turn back, to not be reckless—after all, he was human against that relentless wave of wolfkind—but at that moment, my voice went silent.

I just allowed his words to settle in my heart. “Hear my orders!” His loud voice rang out in the entire pack house, “Damian has been removed as the alpha of his pack starting today. From today’s he has become a rogue and he will be killed on sight if he is spotted anywhere around us after two days” I froze. I thought I was ruthless but Aiden—he was the worst.

POV: Silver Colt “My bones broke first. Then came the voice—low, guttural, and angry: “You’re finally awake, Silver.” They never told you how much it hurts—when someone’s wolf is awakened. They speak of beauty and destiny. Of the honor of awakening. They don’t talk about the pain. The blinding, bone-cracking pain that shatters you before it builds you again. I screamed into the night, my back arched against the cold earth. My vision blurred. My limbs twisted. Fire rolled beneath my skin, searing every nerve as though my body was rejecting itself.

it to stay out of my head. Ethan squinted his eyes. "Name." Once more, the rogue's lips formed a daring smile. "Death me. I won't say. Ethan's jaw tensed, and I briefly believed he may break the man's neck there. Rather, he dropped him, allowing the outlaw to fall to the ground in a heap of coughing. "Preserve him," Ethan instructed Marcus. "For the time being." We proceeded to the subsequent cubicle. As soon as we stepped inside, the younger outlaw stood stiffly in the middle, his eyes darting to me. There was something about his face that made me shudder not hate, nor fear, just recognition. Softly, almost as a greeting, he said, "You." I went cold. "Am I acquainted with you?" He gave a s

"You're secure. That is the only thing that counts. A deep growl rumbled from the shadows before she could reply. Darius's body tensed as his head jerked up. There was another outlaw who entered the clearing, but this one was unique. He was bigger, his eyes glowing an odd scarlet, his fur striped with silver. With his body coiled like a spring, Darius shoved Aria behind him. With a threatening growl in his voice, he said, "Stay back." The outlaw cocked his head, his lupine features contorted into a ruthless sneer. "Amazing performance," he murmured in an uncanny silky voice. "But all you've done is postpone the inevitable." Darius remained silent. His thoughts were racing, trying to figure o