Awakening Anna Novels & Stories

I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. He had drugged me in the car. My consciousness blurred; I had to focus just to stay awake. I was done for. If anyone could save me now, it would have to be my phone. But it had been smashed by Thomas and left behind on the road. Despair consumed me… until the distant roar of a car engine reached my ears. Thomas frowned, hid the knife behind his back, and warned me to stay quiet. Then he went to check outside. What happened next, I don't know. When I woke, I was lying on the side of a road. The sky was completely dark. No one was around.

Yet the more ruthless she was, the more desperate I became to uncover the truth. So I sat down right there in the lobby entrance, drawing stares from employees as they passed. Before long, a woman approached, claiming to be Alicia's assistant. Her brows knit together, her tone dripping with mockery. "Mr. Deacon, have you seriously forgotten today is the anniversary of Jacob's death?" Death anniversary? Jacob… was dead? Seeing me rooted in shock, she let out a derisive snort. "No wonder Ms. Reinfield called ahead, saying your act was convincing. Seeing you now, I agree—you really are putting on a show, to the point of pretending you don't even remember the day of Jacob's passing.

From there, I could see into the living room where all four of them stood in a rough circle. Anna looked even more beautiful in person than she had in the kitchen. The scars didn't diminish her beauty, they transformed it into something more complex, more dangerous. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her figure, and her hair fell in waves around her shoulders. She could have been a model if not for the predatory stillness in her posture. "I woke up three years after the fire," Anna continued, her voice conversational. "Slowly at first, then all at once. And do you know what the first thing I heard was? Elena, sitting beside my bed, confessing how she'd tried to kill me out of jealousy

Somewhere above, the pack went about their lives, unaware that in this hole, their Alpha was trying to extract something from a woman who had nothing left to give. "I don't believe you," he said finally. Something stirred in my chest. Something small and fierce and utterly defiant. Move, I commanded my body. Move. Show him. Prove him wrong. My muscles screamed in protest. My bones felt like they were grinding together. The wolfsbane dragged at every thought, every impulse, every desperate attempt to rise. And when our eyes met, I saw it. That flicker. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had once treasured and now despised.

Playlist ~ Alan Walker - Spectre Anna's alarm woke her up at 6.30am the next day. She sat up and raised her fist in in the air and screamed "Woohoo" excitedly. Her face was plastered with a wide grin that could easily make one think she just won billions of dollars lottery. But to Anna, having the opportunity to attend her dream campus and have lectures is worth more than that.

“We need to kill him now.” “No,” Annabel said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “He’s not stalling. He’s activating something.” The rogue’s laughter grew louder, more unhinged. “You’re smarter than you look,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “But it’s too late. The awakening has already begun.” A deafening crack split the air, and the ground beneath them heaved violently. Annabel stumbled, losing her grip on her blade as the rogue twisted free.

She has recently come to the conclusion that she has not yet accomplished anything noteworthy in her life. Annalia's entire existence on this planet comprised of nothing more than plotting out ways to avenge her family's injustices and make up for the financial hardships they had had as a result. She is now 23 years old. She never stops thinking about increasing her power, wealth, and reputation, yet she is entirely ignorant that she is not actually living but rather only existing. But after she met Adam, everything went in a new direction. Annalia felt alive. Her dying self was gradually healing as if it were a deep wound that magically healed on its own without her doing anything about it.

(36) XXXVI: Heartfelt Twinges on his leg was the thing that had awoken Lachlan. All he saw was a small room when he opened his eyes. He rose from the bed and checked his leg. A bandage was secured around the wound. “Finally you are awake, Alpha,” greeted by an old woman on her mid-fifties. She is carrying a bowl with water in it. “Who are you? How did I get here? Why did you call me Alpha?” His continuous queries rendered the old woman a smile on her face.

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

The age of awakening. If she was mated to Zander and Rowen then they wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. And when that happens. the entire world would tilt. AURORA’S POV The wind howled louder than usual. It slipped through the cracks in my windows and rattled the trees outside like a warning. Like something was stirring. I sat on the edge of my bed, the soft hum of my lamp casting long shadows across the walls. I should’ve been finishing my English paper or scrolling mindlessly through my phone like any other almost-sixteen-year-old, but I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling up my spine.