Awakening Sleeping Novels & Stories

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.

They pulled me toward the light and I succumbed, letting them guide me. The process of reawakening was a gradual ascent from a turbulent dream. My first sensation was the cool air against my skin and a series of wracking coughs that sent my body convulsing. I lay there, disoriented, my senses gradually knitting back together. Beside me, James was in a similar state of semi-consciousness, coughing violently. It was disconcerting to awaken in a place that was at once unfamiliar and strangely militaristic. My gaze shifted to Amy, who lay lifeless, and I felt a pang of terror until I saw her chest rise and fall. She was alive. Relief washed over me.

I choked out. “No.” His grip tightened. “It is beginning.” “What is beginning?” His voice was barely a whisper. “The awakening.” My eyes flew open as light exploded through my entire body. And the world vanished.

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.

I was surprised and I subconsciously scooted backwards but I was held back by the chair. “You need to rest Avery, we can hear all you have to say when you are awake.” At that moment as if on cue, I yawned loudly. I was surprised, I thought the whole awakening process was a dream and I had been sleeping all this while. I was confused, “You were awake Avery, throughout the awakening process, you've been in your wolf form and you've been roaming about the forest.” My mother said, “That was the test. You were to awaken back to your true self from a mindless wolf.”

She doesn't even realize that it's already three in the morning. A man is lying on the ground, naked. He is covered in blood, and at first, she thought that the man might have been injured. But, when she finally approach the man, that's when she realized that the blood was not his. Even his mouth has fresh blood dripping from its side. "Oh, my God!" She whispered before taking a step back. The man is starting to wake up, and her instinct told her to run. So she did, as fast as she could.

As soon as our breaths calm down, I fall fast asleep. { Laurent } "Oh, my god!" someone shouts, waking me up from my deep sleep. My body reacts before my brain, my wolf awakens because he senses danger and I get out of bed ready to kill the threat, "Ah! He's naked! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh..."

My eyes drift closed. The darkness behind my lids is the same as the darkness in the cell. The same suffocating blackness that wraps around my chest and squeezes. I'm so tired. So impossibly, bone-deep tired. Just for a moment, I tell myself. Just a few minutes of sleep. Then I'll wake up. Then I'll keep fighting. Then, the door creaks. My eyes snap open. Footsteps. Light. Careful. Not Kai's heavy tread. Not the guards' careless shuffle. Someone else.

Ava's POV The first thing I felt was weight. Not the kind that pressed on my chest from nightmares, but a heavy stillness that seemed to stretch through my bones and muscles, like I had been asleep for years. My eyelids fought against the faint stream of sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but when I finally managed to open them, the room swam into focus. I was in my bed. My room. The familiar carved headboard above me, the heavy quilt drawn to my waist, the scent of lavender candles long burned out. My breath came shallow, weak, as if I had only just clawed my way back from drowning.

His heart rate had picked up, too; maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling. Ayla’s POV No time had passed when Aiden woke me with a kiss on my forehead, or so it felt to me. I had climbed into bed with my unmoving mate. Being near him calmed me even if he couldn’t answer me when I spoke. I really must have needed a nap. I guess I hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Goddess knows what I must look like right now. Aiden didn’t seem to care; he was still looking at me like I was the most beautiful girl on the planet.