Awakening Remnant Novels & Stories

“Ancient book. Leather bound. Old as fuck. Smells like blood and ink and… royalty.” My stomach dropped. “The awakening book.” Alerion turned slow. “The what?” I swallowed. “Dad left it here. Said it was the full guide to wake up royal bloodline powers. Not the watered-down version the Council has. The real shit. Rituals, warnings, everything.” Zane whistled low. “So they just stole the cheat code.” Lysander punched the wall. Plaster cracked. “I’m gonna rip their fucking throats out.”

Elias said flatly. “We tracked the seed’s awakening,” she said. “Its resonance called to us. You unlocked the Waking Core. And now the veil between worlds is thinning.” “What veil?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “The seed bridges space and memory,” Alira said. “The veil is what keeps the others out. The ones who destroyed the Arks. The ones who turned Rael.” My blood turned cold. “Rael isn’t Dominion?” “He is something worse,” Alira said softly. “He is Awakened.”

A presence stirred on it. A being with no face, only a hollow where a mouth should be. But when it moved, it spoke directly to her thoughts. “You were not meant to return here, Seedbearer.” Emily fell to her knees. “Who—what are you?” she managed to whisper. “I am the Remnant. That which was left behind when the Tree fell… when the Sky fled… when Varethkaal was first named.” She remembered that name. Varethkaal. The hunger given shape. The godling of void. The fracture beneath the fracture.

And then she sees a leaking pipe and walks close to it and drinks from it, as soon as the water got into her mouth, her instinct aroused and right there she knew what to do. She opens her mouth and screams as loud as she could and immediately the pipes break open, releasing water from all corners, breaking her free from the basement, she runs out as fast as she can and teleports herself to Menesia, but unknown to her, she was been followed. End of flash back. Queen Thalia awakens back to reality, she twists and turns her body as she tries to calm down, and the memories came knocking again. Flash back. It was a blood bath. The sound of arrows and swords could be heard from afar, the war betwe

Healers staging supplies for both Thorncross and the Hollow operation. I spent an hour with Caen reviewing the northern defensive posture for the city. I spent an hour with Lyra and Mira going over barrier activation protocols. I spent twenty minutes with Dr. Adara, who told me that the Awakening's effects would persist until the moment of severing, then transition rapidly. She was honest about not knowing what that rapid transition felt like from the inside. "Probably unpleasant," she said, with the clinical candor of someone who believed patients deserved truth over comfort.

“Then what the hell is it?” The figure finally stood tall seven feet of seething ruin. Its form was not stable, shifting as though it fought to keep its shape. Its mouth opened, and when it spoke, the sound came not from its lips but from the very air around them. **“The Cradle shattered. The Gate fell. But you woke me instead.”** Aria’s pulse thundered. “Who are you?” It turned its head toward her slowly, as if amused by the question. **“I am the Remnant. The piece left behind when the gods burned themselves from memory.”**

“I am what was left when the first gods forged the prison. A spark of chaos before order. I’m no enemy. I am… a consequence.” Ashiel stood, sword in hand, grief replaced by cold fury. “You expect us to believe that? After all, we lost?” “I don’t care what you believe,” the Remnant said evenly. “I state facts. The prison is broken, the seal weakens, oblivion is leaking into your world, slowly and it is starting at forgotten places, fading memories, but it will spread.”

Lisa smiled brightly when she got the order from the control room, "Implement plan burn and destroy." The troops below her all screamed in excitement, the sky lip up as mana weapons got pulled out of their sheaths and activated in a glow of mana. The roars and squeals of remnant spirits matched those of the energy beast horde. A massive slaughter took place as a horde of Thorium Relm remnant spirits rampaged in a horde of platinum and gold ranks. Lisa and her raid team stood in the air above the battlefield, watching with wide eyes for any changes.

His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.

He kisses me on the temple with passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true. AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but this will be the last from Alora's story. Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx