Bi Awakenings Novels & Stories

She took a sit besides Ava. Since childhood, she wasn't good in making friends. The only friend she has is Ava. She tried to make new friends but always failed badly. "Alright let's start the game then." Mason said and spinned the bottle. Everyone cheered loudly. Thea smiled. May be she can try to make some good friends during this trip. But what she didn't knew was that instead of making some good friends, she will wake the sleeping lycans up. She didn't knew that she will become the cause of awakening of the King of lycans. ***

“Don’t leave the house; I want you to stay here with your brothers until I know what is going on” “Fine, I have nothing to hide,” I say. “Can I go back now? Will you call me once she is awake?” “I will find you when I need you,” he said, and that was final. Ayla’s POV Trust me when I say it felt like I had a herd of elephants sitting on my chest. As I woke up and everything started coming back to me, the pain my body was in was unreal. Hopefully, though, now that I have had my first shift, my healing abilities will have hit in, and I should start healing a lot quicker than an average human would. Every inch of my body hurt, and I couldn’t breathe very well. Taking a deep breath was out of th

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

I glanced through the room and saw Lucien sleeping on the couch opposite the bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep and it made my heart flutter. I sat up slowly, feeling a little bit better. But as soon as the blankets came off me, he opened his eyes. “You’re awake.” His voice was low but filled with relief. I honestly couldn’t remember anything that happened before I slept off. The only thing that raced through my mind was the fact that I had discovered my true mate — even without a wolf. Maybe the moon goddess was just watching over me. Maybe she hadn’t truly abandoned me and I wasn’t cursed or anything.

The next moment, the back of the chair sprouted dozens of tendril-like appendages that burrowed deep into my skull. Then, darkness enveloped me. I had no sense of how much time passed before I saw my own corpse. And my consciousness—my true awareness—was somewhere else, in another space. Beside me floated a formless mass, impossible to define, yet I knew instinctively: it was the AI. So that was it! I should have realized sooner.

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 dawn broke reluctantly over the horizon, a pale, silvery light filtering through the mist that still clung stubbornly to the forest surrounding the ancient temple. Amelia Whitford rose slowly from the small bed of cloaks and sheepskin where she had been resting, the ache in her limbs a harsh reminder of the night’s battles. Her golden-flecked eyes reflected a new awareness, a recognition of the power that coursed relentlessly through her veins. She had awakened forces she barely understood, yet somehow, instinctively, she knew she could harness them.

Chapter 38 Alex's POV In the realm between dreams and reality, Alex slowly emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The gradual return of sensation began with a tingling awareness in his fingers, like tendrils of life creeping up his limbs. A dull ache resonated through his head, as if his mind were struggling to break free from the shackles of slumber. As he fought against the weight of darkness, the world around him remained shrouded in obscurity. His breath came out in short pants, anything more would make one of his broken ribs puncture his lungs. Turning into a wolf was sheer agony for him, but it didn't hold a candle to the unearthly pain he was feeling on every part of his body.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

“You wanted me to come back?” A slow, dangerous calm slid over me, coiling with the fire I’d found at the bottom of that bath. “Fine. I’ll come back.” I curled my fingers into the thin blanket, feeling unfamiliar muscles tighten, a stranger’s heart thudding hard in my chest. “But this time, it will be different,” I promised. “I’m not going to be the weak one.” And somewhere deep inside, that vow settled like a seed. Awakening. Not for redemption. For sin. For revenge. I might really go to hell by the time I’m done.