Awakening Romane & Geschichten

“Yes.” “And why I hear things I shouldn’t?” “Yes.” “And why the forest feels… alive?” Kai’s jaw flexed. “It’s answering you. Responding. It hears what you don’t realize you’re saying.” My pulse stuttered. “I’m talking to the forest?” “Not with words.” He hesitated. “With instinct.” I pressed my fingers to my temples. “Okay. Then explain something else—what are these… thresholds you keep mentioning?” Kai exhaled slowly. “Awakening happens in stages. Thresholds. First is sensory—your hearing, smell, instinct. Second is emotional—your wolf pushing through your feelings.”

Elara The awakening is cold, precise. No trace of the usual grogginess, only an immediate clarity, as if someone has flipped a switch in my brain. His command from the previous evening had worked with disquieting efficiency; my sleep was deep, dreamless, a plunge into the prescribed, restorative void. I get up, my body strangely light, my mind razor-sharp.

Her skin glowed faintly, her silver eyes shone brighter than they used to, a soft aura pulsing like a heartbeat around her. “What is this…? What’s wrong with me? Why do I look weird? Why do I look like this!?.” she said, voice trembling, hand reaching to touch her reflection. Kevin stepped forward, slower this time, cautious. “You’re not weird, Ally,” he said gently. “You’re awakening something in you.” That word hit her like a blade. Awakening. Awakening into what? Alison suddenly dropped the book and fell to her knees. The pain in her chest grew unbearable.

My tears mixed with the storm building around me. Then my bones began to snap. My fingers twisted, my arms elongating, my spine arching violently as something deep inside me broke free. “What—what’s happening?” I gasped, screaming through clenched teeth. Aiyana’s voice trembled but was decisive. “It’s time. The pain triggered the sealed opened. You are awakening.” I couldn’t speak anymore. I fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably as my body transformed. The pain was unbearable, worse than death itself. Every bone, every nerve tore apart and rebuilt itself in seconds.

The hum deepened, resonating through both of them. “This is what comes after fear,” Sophia said softly. “Connection.” --- The Awakening One by one, across the world, people began to stir. Eyes opened under dawn’s light. No alarms, no chaos — only quiet wonder. They remembered their dreams, and the feeling of being seen by something vast yet familiar. In every heart, a small glow lingered — not visible, but known. --- Ottawa — Morning Raven awoke with tears on her cheeks. Sophia stood beside her, real again, solid and radiant in the early light.

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, a

THE AWAKENING Tyla woke to the sensation of fire crawling beneath her skin. Not burning from the outside—burning from within*, as if lightning threaded her veins and refused to settle. Her ears rang with a pulse she didn’t recognize. The room swayed above her, a blur of stone ceiling and shadows dancing like living things. She forced her eyes open, gasping for air as something hot pressed against her spine and coursed upward until the world turned white. A hand gripped hers.

His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With an exuberant burst of energy, Bless jumped up from his seat, and his tiny feet pattered on the stage as he ran towards the presenter, who knelt down to his level, extending a shiny trophy towards him. Bless's small hands reached out, trembling with excitement, to accept the trophy. It felt like a treasure from a fairy tale, and he clutched it to his chest with a mix of pride and wonder.

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

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l