Awakening Sleeping Novels & Stories

... As the twilight shadows danced across the room, I stirred from a deep slumber, my senses reluctantly surrendering to the rhythmic pulsing of the evening alarm. Its persistent melody sliced through the hushed stillness, a stark reminder that my world awakened as others embraced the caress of night.

I suddenly feel my whole body moving and it's not long, before I am lifted off on air until I am secured into the warmth provided. " Where are you taking her?" I hear them ask him but I don't hear an answer from him. I'm still very much sleepy. Sleep is drawing me back into unconsciousness and I don't resist, feeling tired and in the need of another round of sleep. In the midst of falling back to sleep, something cold washes over me, awakening me with a start. My lips part and my eyes flutter open, breathing coming out low but steady. The cold has somehow awakened my senses and now its effects have started, causing my body to tremble slightly.

They shimmered as if carrying centuries of untold memories, and the air in the room seemed to crackle at their intensity. The awakened one pushed himself upright, his movements cautious, as though testing the world. His gaze swept the room, confusion knitting his brow. “Where… where am I?” His voice was hoarse, yet steady, carrying a resonance that made the shadows recoil slightly. “Who… who are you?” The torch-holder leaned closer, letting the light illuminate his own face. A subtle, almost triumphant smile curved his lips. The awakened man’s eyes widened with recognition, flickering with a mixture of disbelief and dawning awareness.

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

I miss Sister Alex. She introduces herself as Ruby Caffrey. She has a wonderful name. I go on to explain the dreams to her. "What you experienced is a False Awakening," she says "What's a False Awakening?" I ask. "False Awakening occurs when an individual dreams about waking but in fact remains asleep," Harper explained. "Show off," I said under my breath. "Yes, just as your friend has explained and it is a fairly common occurrence." "So it is not a bad thing?" I ask.

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.

"As for those who set the fire, I want them to suffer a fate worse than death." … [Hailey's Perspective] I woke up on a big, soft bed. "You're awake." A warm voice was heard, and I turned to look toward the voice. It was a handsome man, the man I had saved five years ago. "Did you save me?" I asked, but my voice was dry and brittle. He nodded and passed me a glass of water. "My name is Cole Larter. My men have been protecting you in secret all this while, which was why we were able to save you in time."

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

The light outside the operation theater lit up. … It was three days later when I next opened my eyes. I wanted to move my fingers but found that my hand was in a large, warm one. I turned to see a man sound asleep as he rested by my side. His hand held mine tightly.