Awakening Devil Fruit Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alev said calmly, lifting his hands up in surrender. I looked down at myself, and I gasped as I realised that the lower half of my body was fire. I was becoming fire; it was my special power and it was manifesting inadvertently when I was burning in anger, just like when I was young and not high on the medications and suppressants they forced on me in that dreadful lab. I noticed that my eyes were burning with tears, except that they weren’t tears but embers/sparkles of flames. “Mal, we won’t let anything happen to Kemy’s mate. Don’t worry,” Alma told me, her voice soothing like a beacon of light among the blinding fire.

Nervously, I watch as Alpha Wyatt chimes, “I, Alpha Wyatt, the leader of Sun Moon Pack, accept Porsche Tanapol into our pack. I sever your l**k with your previous pack, Dark Moon.” As soon as Alpha Wyatt says Dark Moon, I feel something give way inside my head and I no longer can hear any of the voices from my previous pack. However, something else snaps tight in its place and my mind is suddenly filled with voices that are unfamiliar. The chaos in my head is interrupted as Rose adds, “I, Rose Tanapol, High Elder of Sun Moon Pack, remove my previous block of my powers and grant my mate, Porsche Tanapol, the abilities of the pack and of the High Elder’s family.”

Just how hot is he to be worthy of such flying praises? I turned around and immediately regretted it. Instead of Lancelot Chaser, my eyes immediately zeroed in on the abnormally tall guy (even in wolf standards), with long black hair, and dark brows furrowed above intense emerald eyes. And he's walking this way. I shakily turned my attention back to a Diana who seemed to have dropped her jaw. Oh God, save me.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

“This isn’t a simple Berserk Potion! It activates the latent power in you. It is a Potential Awakening Potion!” And then his mind went blank. *Boom*

The crumbling barrier stabilized instantly, glowing with twice its original intensity. The Devourer paused, its arrogant smile fading slightly. “…Interesting.” Aiden stared at his own glowing palm in absolute shock. “What did I do?” Lyanna looked down at him, her eyes wide with sudden realization. “You awakened it. Your blood remembers.” The Devourer stepped back slowly, its movements becoming cautious for the very first time. ### Crossing the Threshold Elsewhere, on the edge of reality... The heavy palace gates groaned open as three figures stepped into the ruined courtyard. Killian. Seraphina. The Shadow Wolf.

The crew members stood frozen at their posts, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear, as Amelia felt the charge of power thrumming beneath her skin. As she stood on the deck, an intense wave of energy washed over her, sparking an awakening that surged through every fiber of her being. The medallion around her neck pulsed in response, resonating with the deep, primal call of her true self—the powerful werewolf within. For the first time, she sensed a profound unity between her human spirit and the fierce wolf energy lying dormant.

I forgot to keep attacking the window and asked cautiously, "Where… is this?" Thomas didn't answer. He muttered to himself, "I think it feeds on human consciousness, and it needs specific people. So it chooses one person. All I need to do is kill one person. It won't take long before it disappears." The moment he finished, the lights flickered on, and the car doors swung open. My eyes widened. Blood was everywhere. Piles of bodies lay before me. And Thomas… was walking toward me, a knife in hand. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move.

I saw them: Rowan at the wheel of the car, eyes focused ahead. Zander beside him, restless, scanning the tree line. Aurora, in the back seat, fingers tracing the Queen’s sigil around her neck — my cursed gift. Her aura glowed faintly beneath it, her mother’s strength flickering there like dawn through clouds. That same power would call to Morana the moment they crossed into the southern boundary. I had to warn them. I pressed both palms flat against the surface of the water and began to chant. “By moon’s first breath, by blood unbroken,

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.