Romans & histoires Awakening Remnant

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.

Somehow, it’s as though only I can see this happening without restraint of my own actions and all those around me have become almost still as seconds slow to minutes. All I know is that I’m seeing it this way, the descent of death upon Sierra, the slow-motion movements of my entire guard as they fly for targets and the looming figure of that snarling and smug Juan before me. I lift my hands in impulse, shocked that I can move freely and normally, an orb of translucent energy forming around my fists as instinct takes over. My weapon of destruction and the only thing I have within me to protect my Rema. I lift my fists above my head and throw everything I have at that bullet, that lingering sh

“We’ll find you, I promise.” > You already have. The image shimmered, then vanished, leaving a single line of code blinking at the bottom of the console: AWAKENING = TRUE. The hum of the tower deepened until it shook the ground. The lights outside flared, sweeping through the ruins like sunrise. I turned to Lena. “It’s started. There’s no turning back.” She looked at me with that fierce, unwavering fire. “Then we finish it together.” And for the first time since the world ended, I believed her.

Despair washed over me. I froze and looked at him. "Do you really have to kill me?" "I'm sorry," Thomas's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Killing you is the only way to save you… and to save more people. I have to clean up the mess I've caused." Before I could respond, I blacked out. When I woke, I was back at the abandoned factory. The stench of blood and decay filled the air. A pile of corpses lay before me, and I was tied to a bed, unable to move.

A voice called out. Ren turned. Standing on a rooftop opposite him was Jax. The glitch-kid looked stronger now. His avatar was stable. He held a glowing blue sword that looked like it was made of pure data. "Jax," Ren said, uncloaking. "What is happening?" "The Awakening," Jax said, gesturing to the marching NPCs below. "Your code cut their strings, Ren. They stopped following the Admin's script. Now, they're building their own." "Where are the players?" Ren asked. "Where are the regular users?"

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

“The only thing I remember is being brought into this burned down town, it looked like they had gone through a war, I felt off like this time it wasn’t a dream I was having, then Agatha she said her name was appeared. She was trying to hold me there to drain my powers, it was weird she felt so strong even in whatever place she had me in, but I also felt Ivys presence it was odd, her mother was furious and confused how strong you were, then I woke up in a black void all alone for however long I had been out. It was…more than scary.” As I told my side of the story I hadn’t even felt it when Axel wiped a few stray tears away as the memory of the other night played in my head. “So it’s clear we

“Doctor Brock, something is wrong with Alpha Wyatt. I need you in his office immediately.” As I turn my attention back to Wyatt, both the Supreme Elder and Doctor Brock chime, “Okay.” I quickly nudge Wyatt’s shoulder a little harder. “Alpha Wyatt wake up. Alpha, you need to wake up.” My breath hitches as his body suddenly goes limp. Shit. He is now unconscious. I quickly grab his shoulders and shake him harder than my previous nudges. “Alpha Wyatt! Don’t scare me like this! Wake up!”

In the far corner of the sanctuary, he etched a message into stone with a blade of light. > “The fallen shall rise. The cursed shall remember. The child shall awaken.” It wasn’t just a vow. It was prophecy. --- Back at the Council Temple… The chamber was in ruin. Only five of the nine Elders remained standing. The rest were being stabilized by the elite guards, their bodies battered, their minds fractured from witnessing what should have been impossible. “Elira,” one of them whispered. “She awakens.” “We still have time,” said Elder Myria, her face covered in blood and ash. “She is not yet whole. Her awakening may not be complete.”

So we went through it, my heart heavy. Scarlett was Luna of Obsidian. Demetrius had funded their war. Scarlett and Skylar were holed up in a castle. And their warriors were marching on innocent packs. It gave me motivation to heal and return. But I still hadn’t found Eden. We went through the white gate. And this time….we landed right in the middle of hell.