Awakening Book 2 Novels & Stories

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

Ariana's heart was racing, as if the words on the pages would twist and re-form. The glow grew larger, illuminating her face with a soft, otherworldly light. She could hardly breathe, for this thing was happening before her eyes as ancient symbols shifted, forming legible text that seemed to be directed to her. "To awaken what lies within, face the past and conquer the curse…" Her hand was still attached to the book, its heat intensifying, almost pulsing as though it were alive. She felt some strange tugging sensation in her chest, something deep and powerful stirring to life.

"How can we piece together what we don't even know?" Thea took a deep breath, her gaze drifting as if caught between worlds. "You will know when the next awakening is due. Until then, however… the answers you seek are hidden in shadows. You need to prepare for a journey through secrets and fragments that may at first seem insignificant. Each piece will reveal its importance over time, but it won't be obvious at the start." A heavy silence filled the room, anxiety weaving through us. "What comes next? How do we prepare?" Aaron asked, glancing between Thea and me, that warrior spirit shining in him.

Then a voice, low and uneven, like someone whispering through their teeth: “Hey, baby… I’m gonna get you ready soon because your pussy looks and smells better than I expected, but I gotta grab my bag of goodies from the car. I’ll be back in five.” His tone makes bile rise in my throat. My heart is pounding, but my limbs won’t respond. I can’t open my eyes, can’t even turn my head. The sound of his footsteps fade, then the door clicks shut. That’s when I start praying. Please, God. Please, for my baby. Let me wake up. Give me strength.

The warmth in my palm travelled upward, spreading through my arm and into my chest. My heartbeat quickened. Varg's eyes changed. For a moment, his pupils seemed to darken, and something ancient flickered behind them. The healer watched us carefully. "Do not resist it." I nodded. I didn't want to resist. I wanted to know. I wanted to understand what the Second Awakening would bring. Another wave of warmth moved through me. My knees nearly weakened, but Varg's hand immediately steadied mine. I looked at him, and a breathless smile escaped me.

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

“There’s more to this you all think you know.” He said casually, a part of me was curious as to why he was willing to help me. The other part was ready, just in case it was another trap from his master, Cain. Curious, I leaned closer, watching as he murmured an incantation. The runes began to glow brighter, revealing hidden text beneath the surface, words that shimmered like liquid silver. My breath caught as I leaned in, reading the message aloud in a whisper: “Phase Two Initiated. Prepare for the awakening.”

His blind terror when Genevieve’s shadows had wrapped around my throat, the vow he’d made to burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. But loudest of all was the thought that pulsed like a second heartbeat: "Don’t let her see. Don’t let her know you’re just as broken as the monster you killed." The Awakening I gasped back into my body just before dawn, my cheeks wet with tears that weren’t entirely my own. My lungs burned as if I’d been holding my breath for hours. The tent around me smelled of sweat and crushed herbs, real, solid, mine again. The goddess’s voice lingered in the stillness:

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,