Awakened Outlaw Novels & Stories

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.

The scene outside was chaos. The sunset's golden light revealed at least twenty rogues, their half-shifted forms grotesque in the dying glow. They were filthy, clearly outlaws who'd been living wild for too long, their humanity eroded by isolation and desperation. Alexander shifted partially, his hands elongating into lethal claws while maintaining his ability to use the gun. He fired twice in rapid succession, dropping two rogues before they could even react to our emergence from the vehicle. "Alpha of Blackwood," one of them snarled, a tall, gaunt figure with matted hair. "Your head will fetch a fine price."

I stopped and collapsed near a small stream and I tried to catch my breath. My body felt dizzy, I tried to get up but I couldn’t move my legs anymore. No, I couldn’t pass out there. What if they eventually found me? I didn’t want to die — they looked like they were ready to kill me. But I couldn’t resist my eyes as they shut off. Maybe this was the end for me. I woke up to the scent of leather and pine. My body was aching and I looked around and found myself in an unfamiliar room. I wasn’t outside anymore, I was lying on a bed with clean sheets.

Soon enough, I'll wake up and find myself in my bed, throat raw and covered in sweat. Except, I know it to be a lie. The blisters on my feet and the raw terror in every beat of my heartknows it to be untrue. I take several turns agai, but not once does he take the bait like last time. He doesn’t stop, He doesn't slow.

Focus! "Thats when my grandmother discovered that I had an old and bitter lycan spirit. She did a spell to calm the beast and he felt dormant. I guess that I was feeling the lost a lot more than I thought I did for all these years. The beast is calling prime. On my ascension he will awaken and we will become one and I will have my prime lycan form," he said, staring into the depst of the world within his mind. "So Prime is the sleeping wolf in your mind," I said, tilting my head slightly.

Alpha wade had silver chains dangling from his hand. I started backing up into the wall petrified. I knew I couldn't run so I backed myself up into the wall making myself as small as I could. “This is what happens to thieves when they steal from me”. I peaked up watching him come closer, smirking at me before raising the chains above me and began whipping me with them over and over. I ended up passing out from the excruciating pain. I remember feeling like I was dead. But after a few days I woke up in the pack hospital.

He wanted to rewrite divine law to fit his own greed, turning a sacred union into a dirty secret. “Never,” I rasped, the word cracking in the air like a whip. I pulled my face from his grip, the silver chains around my wrists clashing with a violent, metallic ring. “I would never do such a thing. I would rather spend the rest of my life in these chains, rotting in the dark, than spend a single second as your secret. I am not a pet, Kai. I am not a toy you can tuck away in a drawer when the Luna enters the room.”

energy in their marrow like a living fire that refused to be put out. I stood on the balcony of the Nexus-Ruin in the former Grid-City, watching the sunrise. Below, the obsidian streets were no longer empty. Groups of "Awakened" were huddling together, some shifting uncontrollably, others staring at their hands in a state of shock.

The wolf inside me roared softly, demanding awareness, vigilance, and action, yet tempered by caution. Kael placed a hand lightly on my shoulder, grounding me. “This is the lesson you must learn,” he said quietly. “Not all threats are visible, and not all allies are trustworthy. The world beyond Hawthorne Ridge is filled with deception, hidden agendas, and those who would use your awakening for their own gain. You must learn discernment, strategy, and the subtle art of survival.”

Her chest tightened painfully. No. No, this is different. You're free now. You’re safe. It took a long moment before her trembling eased. She forced herself to inhale, then exhale slower. The smells inside the tent were warm pine, clean fabric, faint spice—not the cold, oppressive scent of Blackwater. Finally, she remembered. She was free. Sera pushed the flap open and stepped out, blinking into the soft morning light. The camp was already alive with movement. Wyatt was tending the fire, Westin was sharpening blades, and Lyra was rolling up her sleeping mat with efficient strength.