Blood Awakening Mhr Novels & Stories

"Resonance holds at zero back-pressure. Rhys, your heart rate is holding steady at one hundred and twelve." Rhys paused, his chest heaving as steam rose off his sweat-sheened skin in the freezing air. He looked up at the observation deck, a dark, dangerous smile touching his lips. "It feels like nothing, Little Wolf. The harness isn't just taking the impact—it’s anticipating my movement before my muscles even contract."

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” The magic monitor on the wooden stand suddenly blares a loud alarm. Malek’s heartbeat is accelerating wildly under the sheets. My own pulse matches his rapid rhythm, thumping super loudly in my ears. Quickly wiping my wet cheeks, I fight to control my wild emotions and focus all my mind on diagnosing Malek’s wolf. After a little bit, my mouth speaks to the room. “His state is super critical. His body has entered a deep sleep state, yet his heart is racing fast. It is like his inner wolf is fighting a huge war to wake up.”

Gwen's POV: An almost surreal sense of relief dragged my consciousness out of the thick darkness of a long slumber. I bolted awake. The room was pitch black, save for the faint streetlight filtering through the gaps in the window. The fever that had scorched my veins last night had vanished without a trace. My chest rose and fell with smooth, unobstructed breaths, my heart beating with a terrifyingly steady, rhythmic pulse. A surge of powerful vitality coursed through my entire body; not a single trace of the frail, sluggish exhaustion from my lifelong asthma remained.

Curled in Colton’s arms in bed, my head laid on his chest as I listen to that steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I doze in and out of peaceful and contented slumber. Something keeps waking me when I start to fall deeply, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Like a dream or a feeling that’s just out of sight and seems to jump in to haul me back whenever my consciousness drifts away. An unease or a threatening nightmare maybe, it’s definitely a sense of unease and try as I might, I can’t seem to fall into blissful darkness for any length of time. It’s almost dawn and I have barely dozed for more than twenty-minute slots at a time. I’m frustrated and exhausted, yet I can’t seem to rest.

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.

"Even if you die here, no one's going to find you!" And with that, she walked out. I lay there, barely clinging to consciousness. Thinking back to what she had just said, all I felt was bitter irony. Did Samuel really say he wanted to move to Merrington with me? Still, what was the use of a promise made too late? A wave of dizziness crashed over me, and soon after, everything went black. … I woke to the sound of laughter. As I opened my eyes, the soft glow of a surveillance monitor drew my attention.

“What? No,” he said with a small chuckle and turned to glance at Aurora, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed through the glass. He turned to face the view again. “Of course, I won’t be able to come since fucking rival 1.0 is right there,” she said, and Maverick could picture her doing an eye roll. “Why the hell did you call me?” “Because you’re the only one awake at this time,” he replied. “Of course, that shit ass beta of yours will be on fucking period and will subtract your head from your fucking neck if you wake him up.”

“Wake up and fight for what you want. Wake up!” I woke with a gasp, my body drenched in sweat and my heart pounding against my ribs. It took a minute or two to adjust to the darkness of my bedroom and trace familiar items for that sense of safety. The compact LED clock on my nightstand read 11:24 PM.

Aurora POV BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP……. I don’t want to wake up for training today, I went to move my arm to turn off my alarm clock and yet I couldn’t move or do anything, I needed to turn my alarm off otherwise it’s going to wake Ryder up and he is grumpy in the morning. I tried to open my eyes, again nothing happened, and I was starting to panic as I was trapped in my own body right now with no way out.

“So what? There is no record of an omega turning beta either, yet this…” Niklaus’ voice trails off. “Fuck, I said fix it before make you fix it.” “Un-understood, I- I can add some heat inducers in a controlled dose to monitor the response, and when he is awake, I-” Anger races through me; I can hear the machine next to me beep faster and faster, but as if anger is all that I am allowed, I feel myself slipping back into darkness, betrayed by my very own body. ** Fuck…how long have I been asleep?