Awoken Novels & Stories

"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

The moment they left, I forced myself to get up and dial that number. "Jason Wade, I'm begging you. Please come and save me…" The man who would one day be cold and decisive sounded unexpectedly tense on the other end of the line. Through the phone, he whispered, "Dawn, don't be afraid." I heard the sharp rattle of car keys. "Send me your location. I'll be there soon," Jason said.

SINFUL AWAKENING Chapter 9: The Financial Picture The file arrived at six fifty-three on Friday morning. Jade was already at her kitchen table, hair unbound, wearing a shirt that belonged to Dominic because she had stayed again and her own clothes were folded on his bedroom chair, coffee cooling beside her laptop. She had been awake since five, running through the board meeting structure in her mind, mapping the angles, identifying the weaknesses in their position and the strengths they had not yet fully deployed.

**Help Sent By The Goddess** Aria awoke just before dawn, her mind swirling with dreams of moonlit forests and hidden paths. The soft rustle of leaves outside her cabin stirred her from slumber, leaving her invigorated with a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had been living in the heart of the forest for months, embracing its tranquil solitude. Each day had taught her the rhythms of nature, and she felt a deepening bond with the earth surrounding her.

Wow… **********

Aurora didn’t answer immediately. Because something else had appeared. Not from the system. Not from the network. From inside her access layer. A message. Clean. Impossible. Familiar. WELCOME BACK, AURORA. Her pupils tightened slightly. Because she understood what that meant. Not arrival. Not discovery. Reactivation. The system hadn’t been breached. It had been awakened. And she was not the observer of it. She was the trigger. The room held its breath. Even the machines felt quieter now.

living room, I leave my magazine on the little table next to the couch. Now someone lives here. AARON I blink awake, my eyelids feel heavy and sluggish as the room appears. It's still dark. I don't usually wake up until five-thirty. Why am I... No, wait. I grunt, opening my eyes a little wider, and notice the faint glow dancing on the far wall. Raindrops. Oh damn. It's not dark. It's cloudy. I turn and stare at the ceiling as I wait and listen. And, almost immediately, I listen. The sound of raindrops hitting the gutters outside. Sigh. What the fuck. This is not good. I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands to wake myself up better before looking at the clock on the nightstand. Five twenty

With a mixture of fear and longing coursing through her veins, Ava took a hesitant step forward, knowing that her life would never be the same again. As her hand reached out to make contact, she was jolted awake by a sudden drenching sensation, accompanied by a harsh voice piercing through her slumber. “Rise and shine, lazybones! There’s work to be done, so quit lounging around like a sloth.”

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.

Not hostile. Not awake. But aware. And it remembered names.