Awakening Book 2 Novels & Stories

I lick my lip to try and feel out what's so wrong, only to find teeth sharp and long, and a sensation of fur around the edges. I wolfed. I’m a wolf, and I shake it off, shake my head to bring my sight back to clear and fuzz-free, so I can turn and see the others around me. A weird movement that’s ungraceful and dog-like, that knocks me off balance. Nearby, a smaller wolf sits and looks at its paws, as I was, yet it glows too. Blue and surreal, as though the moon has rolled down to illuminate us with her touch, and it’s eerily pretty. Something I have never seen before at an Awakening. They don’t seem to be in pain anymore, either, and I wonder if the worst has passed. None of them is crying

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

Chapter 46 Ashley’s POV I woke up to a faint, delicious aroma drifting through the crack of the guest room door, cutting straight through the heavy, suffocating fog of sleep. For a fleeting second, confusion washed over me. I wasn't in that cold, sterile bedroom where I used to wake up with a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I was in Syer’s house.

Anthony's POV I opened my eyes to the sound of rustling leaves. My instincts told me that something was not right. I slowly got up and brushed off the dirt from my pants. As I scanned the area, I saw a group of hunters circling a girl. She was huddled up in a corner, terrified and in pain. I could see the fear in her eyes as she stared at them. Without a second thought, I ran towards the group of hunters, my adrenaline pumping. As I approached them, they turned their attention towards me. I could see the confusion on their faces. They weren't expecting me to intervene.

Amy I woke up with a light head. I willed myself not to think anything about Jace so that I can focus on my work. I realized that I had lagged behind on the book I was editing. I poured myself some coffee and sat in front of my laptop. I am surprised when I finish the book before one. I haven't eaten anything sensible since morning. I last ate a decent meal at Jace's house. Ugh... There he goes again. He just can't get out of my mind. I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him now.

Eliza didn’t need to open her eyes to know where she was. She shivered from the cool pre-dawn dew that settled thick on her bare flesh as she slowly sat up. Although not as horrendous as the month before, sledgehammers steadily banged against the interior of her skull as her surroundings slowly came into focus. Her mouth was so parched that it felt like it was lined with sandpaper. She struggled to produce sufficient saliva to moisten it enough for her tongue to move freely.

’ I try to fight it off, to take control of my body, but the more I struggle, the more my consciousness is pushed to the back of my mind. Olivia rushes to me, but my hand moves forward, and a blast of energy sends her flying away just like before, stopping her from getting to me. The book in my hands suddenly floats up, opening to the awakening page again. ‘Say it!’ My mouth begins to move on its own, my voice being pulled from my throat. "By moon and star, by fire and earth, Awaken now, reveal your worth. Astria's power, ancient and deep, In our hearts and souls, it shall weep.

Through workshops, retreats, and gatherings, she shared the wisdom she had gleaned from her own journey, offering a guiding hand to those who sought to awaken the dormant divinity within themselves. In Chapter Eleven, the awakening of Rita's spirit became a catalyst for profound transformation—not just within her own being, but within the hearts and souls of all who crossed her path. She became a guardian of sacred knowledge, a custodian of ancient wisdom, and a living testament to the boundless potential that lay within every individual.

Phoenix hissed, her hazel eyes reflecting the first flickers of blue fire from the courtyard, "I'll show them the mother who raised him." Outside, the first silver arrow whistled through the air, burying itself in the office doorframe, carrying a scrap of parchment written in blood. THE AWAKENING CANNOT BE STOPPED. THE ANCHOR WILL FALL. The war for the second fragment had begun, not in the volcano, but in the heart of the home they both had broken.

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.