Novel & Cerita Bi Awakenings

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined. The psychic had told us that Daciana was the reincarnation of Azrael, the primordial werewolf who once walked the earth. The stories I had heard about him growing up were terrifying. He was said to be the most powerful and dangerous werewolf to ever exist. His second coming was said to be for the sole purpose of eliminating all werewolves, as the ancestors collectively defeated him then. The news brought a wave of shock and fear to Richard and me.

“Promise? She asked, holding up her pinky. “Yes”, I said as I passed out under my covers to a peaceful sleep until my alarm woke me to say time to get up for work. It is like waking up no matter if light or dark outside make me not a “morning person” or as I should call it, “waking up person”. I grab my phone off the nightstand to shut up the alarm. I barely open my eyes and grunt as the lights from my phone fade into my sight. It is quiet which means Tearis is not in the room. The good thing about this room is that it is the only one that has only a bathroom and shower. Weird right? I get up and get a nice warm shower like I do every day before and after my shift at work. As I'm walking bac

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.

“Then it’s started.” I tilted my head. “What has?” He reached into his jacket and pulled out an old book, the leather cracked and worn with age. He handed it to me. “Read that. It’s a journal from a former Alpha—one who claimed to have encountered the Lunari before they vanished.” I opened it carefully, the pages yellowed and delicate. “They talked about the awakening,” he said. “A moment when the bloodline reclaims its magic. It begins slowly—energy, visions, changes in perception. But it grows. And once it’s fully awakened… you won’t be able to hide anymore.”

If your bloodline was sealed, it would have kept you safe, kept you invisible, until something triggered it to awaken. Elara's mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic mess of denial and fear and a tiny, terrifying spark of hope. "And you think the pregnancy triggered it?" she asked. Helena nodded. "Pregnancy is one of the most powerful catalysts for awakening dormant bloodlines," she said. "Especially when the child is fathered by a strong Alpha. The combination of your blood and his, the life growing inside you, could have broken the seal.

I sat down without realizing I had done it. “What is this?” I asked quietly. Endrick did not answer right away. Instead, he watched me open the file. The first page was labeled in precise script. Pureblood Well: Primary Siphon System I frowned. “That’s not…” I started. “Keep reading,” Endrick said. I did.

I told them to meet me at the trailhead a mile down the road. I walked out into the crisp, post-storm air, not looking back once. The forest was vibrant, the leaves dripping with rainwater, but all I could feel was the hollow, aching silence where my future used to be. The Awakening Adrian’s POV I woke up to the smell of cold ashes and the absence of heat. Usually, I woke up with my mind already racing—stock prices, merger hurdles, the next move in the game. But for a few beautiful, fleeting seconds, the only thing in my head was the weight of Amara’s head on my shoulder and the scent of her hair.

Once an Awakener loses control of their mind, their mythic genes consume them, turning them into a Fallen beast. "To prevent becoming Fallen," Arlo explains, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink, "an Awakener must keep their mind and body completely relaxed and satisfied." "Satisfied how?" I ask, genuinely curious. Arlo looks incredibly awkward, especially when faced with my innocent, doe-eyed expression. He looks away, coughing softly. "Drugs damage the body...so the most common method...is going to certain clubs or bars. Engaging in...intimate physical acts. If an Awakener suppresses their primal desires for too long, the built-up tension causes them to Fall."

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.