Awakened Outlaw Novels & Stories

The haze, the daydream of what just happened, starts filtering out of my system wildly fast. “You always were… Now sit… the wolf in you is purging the drug. You turned and healed, so now it's fading. Your wound is gone. Give it a second, and you’ll be fine.” Kaelin rocks me against him, my head woozy as I'm sobering up so fast it causes a sensation of heaviness in my limbs.

"Leave us all behind and go find something different for yourself out there. It'll be hard, scary even. But your smart and strong, so strong Scarlet. You've made it this far; you can be free now." "Go." I had found the strength in my legs again, moved from our small corner library to my fathers office, it too was the same, everything was the same expect for me. The world remains as it was a cold cruel and beautiful place filled with ugly people and terrifying monsters, only I had changed; left the day to become a creature of the night. Which is why I didn't flinch when I heard it, the cries carried in through the open window. "Fire!"

I went unconscious because I was bleeding so bad and then I woke up in a hospital. Today is a new day and I am in a cab being driven to an emergency meeting that I called for at The Witnesses. I need to tell everyone that Violet is alive because if I don’t, it will come back to bite me in the a**. The deal that I made with Violet was that I should tell everyone at the emergency meeting that I was the one who killed her child and attempted to kill her, and in return, she would also confess her sins. She would tell Chris the truth and publically tell The Witnesses about her shortcomings.

Despite the anxiety tearing at my chest, I called in a calm voice. There was silence for a minute. A low laugh then reverberated through the trees. A harsh voice drawled, "A mother traveling alone with her child," "Dangerous choice." I whirled around, holding on to my son more tightly. A man with wild gray hair and eyes that sparkled like silver in the moonlight emerged from the shadows. An outlaw. I took a cautious step back. "I don’t want trouble." He grinned. "Trouble always finds those who run from it." His gaze shifted from me to my child and back again. However, Are you doing more than just running?

The group waited at the edge of the clearing in the woodland. He recognized some of the faces—wolves he had bled for, trained with, and defended in the past. Others were younger, with inquisitive eyes full of myth-like tales and inquiries. The Alpha Rogue. The exiled one. The one who survives despite breaking the rules. But he wasn't a myth tonight. He wasn't a ghost. They had him. The crowd parted as Reven moved forward into the clearing. There was silence. With a strong and determined voice, he declared, "I am Reven." And I'm back. Not as an outlaw. Not as a remnant of your history. but as your Alpha.

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

"Do you have any idea what happened on that floor? You didn't just break the Council. You declared war on every high lord in the northern territories." "I didn't declare anything," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still thrumming under my skin. "You did." "I gave you the only shield that works against men like Vane." "And then you pulled back." I looked him dead in the eye, my fingers loosening their grip on the thin silk lining. "You brought me behind locked doors, Draven. Is this where you pretend you're just my Alpha?" Mid-sentence, I let the fabric slip, gliding down my skin with a soft rustle before pooling around my bare feet, exposing my bosoms and legs.

When he finally pulled his mouth back a fraction of an inch, his warm breath fanned across my lips as he made a quiet confession that completely shocked my heart. “I am completely terrified too, little dove,” he admitted to me in a rough, broken whisper against my mouth, his eyes swimming with a rare wave of pure vulnerability. “I am scared to death that one day you are going to wake up in this bed, look at the scars on my skin, and finally realize that you deserve a much better, safer life than this ugly world can offer you. I am terrified that you will realize you deserve a much better man than an outlaw like me.”

"My wolf can’t smell the clockwork anymore. He smells the old blood of the mountain. We are entering the territory of the first-generation outcasts." A low, guttural chanting began to echo off the dark, glassy walls of the cavern, vibrating through the soles of our boots. From the shadows of the obsidian pillars, dozens of hulking silhouettes emerged. These were the Basalt Outcasts. Their skin was a cracked, grey patchwork of calcified stone and dark, thick veins that glowed with a faint, volcanic orange. They did not carry refined iron or brass; they wielded massive, jagged slabs of raw obsidian, their eyes burning with a wild, lawless hunger as they looked at the silver-mesh armor of our v

Sarah I don’t know how long I stayed there, my exposed ass just sticking in the air. I think a part of me was hoping he was kidding and would return and finish what he started, but he never did. He’d completely unraveled me, humiliated me. And for what? To punish me? I couldn’t understand how he could do that. I’d been so close. So, so close. But he wouldn’t let me finish. I couldn’t imagine anything so cruel. The best way to compare it would be to imagine you had a lottery ticket. Imagine that ticket matched all the numbers and you’d won enough money to make all of your dreams come true only to lose the ticket. That’s what it felt like, my dreams floating away.