Awakening Book 2 Novels & Stories

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.

He drags a blade from his cloak, sharp, glowing with bad magic, and steps toward the altar’s edge, where shadows swirl thicker. “Jude!” I yell, voice raw, yanking harder, chains cutting deep, blood pooling under me. The runes glow brighter, pulling at me, the curse roaring like a beast. A vision hits—the burning tree again, the woman’s voice louder: Awaken now. My hands burn, light sparking under my skin, weak but real. “You’re done, Calix,” I gasp, voice breaking, feeling something new, something strong waking up.

Something twisted and shifted behind my ribs, clawing to break free from the inside. My vision shattered into fragments. Gold, white, black – swirling, merging, battling for dominance. My heartbeat doubled, then tripled. My skin crawled as runes I never wanted to remember blazed to life along my arms. They burned through my flesh, carving themselves into old scars. The awakening was forcing its way in, trying to take control. Trying to use me. To control me. To turn me into its weapon. Selene… I choked out her name. It hurt to speak. Selene… don't let it…

There, beneath a faded illustration of an ancient sword dripping with blood, was a passage written in ink so dark it looked almost fresh. "The Blood of Two, One to awaken, One to wield. The cursed shall rise, and the hunter shall fall." A chill crept through me. I read it again. And again. One to awaken… One to wield… Was that what she meant? My grip tightened around the book as realization crashed over me.

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.

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.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the book. The moment the cover cracked open, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the soft blue candles and plunging the room into darkness, save for the ethereal glow emanating from the pages. Words formed in the air, shimmering like liquid silver: “To awaken, you must see yourself as the blood sees you.” Evelyn blinked. The letters seemed to float, twisting in shapes she couldn’t comprehend. A warmth spread through her veins, and suddenly, the room shifted. She wasn’t in the chamber anymore. She was standing in the forest, the same forest that had called her name countless times before.

Visions flashed briefly across her mind again. Blue resonance. Snow-covered fortress walls. Corrupted wolves breaking through gates. And Eira Vale standing alone against spreading darkness. Then another image slammed through her unexpectedly. A young girl awakening violently in Blackwood’s lower district. Silver resonance erupting uncontrollably around her. Terrified civilians surrounding her. The awakening was spreading there too. Althea inhaled sharply. “It’s happening in Blackwood now.” Lucien’s expression hardened immediately. “What?” “The awakenings.” She looked directly at him.

She’s also mourning the loss of our little one, we both are. She had warned me that Sage was cheating on us, but I was in love. I didn't listen. Maybe if I had paid more attention, things would have been different. I went to a secret corner of the house and removed my clothes, shifted into my wolf, and started running off into the forest. My white fur whipped through the air as I ran faster on my fore and hind limbs. How was I reborn two years back and why? Who is He? And why is he coming?

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l