Doomsday Awakening Novels & Stories

All moving with that same eerie precision. Dr. Ryans stroked a girl's hair. "No emotional volatility. No inconvenient attachments." His smile turned razor-thin. "Unlike you, Lieutenant." Jeff's pistol was out before I could blink. "Shut it down." "You misunderstand." Ryans tapped his temple. "The Lazarus Pulse already activated. They'll awaken across the globe within hours." He nodded to Lena and Mara. "Unless you trade the flawed for the flawless." Ice cracked underfoot as Jeff stepped forward—

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

This Awakening wasn't the first one to occur, in fact it was the third Awakening, but it was the first in which Alicia had been either killed or captured. She remembered waking up on her home world the day of the Awakening, hearing the call that had been sent out through the Space-time Continuum. She didn't feel that electric like feeling she normally did, the presence of her abilities was there, but she felt fractured somehow. Almost as if she had awoken in a body that had been sabotaged upon her arrival. None of the Awakenings had been like this one, she felt wounded. Not mortally, like a piece of her soul had been taken from her somehow. If she had arrived to the day, she'd become a Gatek

The darkness beckons to me, trying to pull me in with seductive hands. The crushing weight on my chest is suddenly removed. The sound of growling fills the air, but I start sinking into a void, an empty nothingness where I just float. A familiar voice is calling my name but it seems so far away and I'm so, very tired. I don't want to come back. Then, the voice orders me, it's small and unnoticed but it grows more and more insistent, bringing me back to consciousness with each second that passes.

“Selene’s not responding to any diplomatic contacts. And there’s chatter in darknet circles about something called the Awakening Protocol.” Alma didn’t respond immediately. She stood at the balcony, looking out over the city. “They want a war,” she said quietly. “One not of weapons, but of ideologies. Control vs. choice. Perfection vs. chaos.” Nova nodded. “And you, Alma are both.” Julian stepped closer. “Then maybe it’s time we stop running from what you are.” Alma turned. “And start choosing who I want to be.” She walked to the center of the room and placed a small device on the table.

The world outside faded into silence as we came together, the deep connection binding us into one existence. Time seemed to stand still as we delved deeper into each other's pain, a whirlwind of heat, light, and laughter, shaping our universe within the night. It wasn't just a bonding or claiming; it was an awakening. The universe was reacting, signaling everything and everyone—the one who had spent so long searching for her place—had awakened, and something enormous was approaching.

If this one failed, mankind would have to consider evacuating and searching for a new safe zone. After feeding the drug to Savannah, everyone held their breath and observed her. She still bared her bloody jaws and roared senselessly. Everyone's hearts slowly sank. Some scientists even started packing up files, ready to evacuate. Only I noticed Savannah's fingers slowly returning to their human shape. My heart nearly burst with emotion. For a moment, I forgot I was dead and shouted for everyone to wait. It was only when no one responded that I snapped to my senses and forced myself to calm down. I continued watching.

Something that should never have awakened. 🌑 Aaira grabbed Ilyaan’s hand. Her entire body was trembling. 😨 “Ilyaan, we have to leave!” But before he could answer— A roar echoed from beneath the earth. ⚡ The sound wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It sounded like millions of voices screaming together. 💀 The roar shattered every remaining window in the mansion. 🌙 ⸻ 🌑 The Awakening The darkness began climbing out of the giant eye. Slowly.

“Dominic… she’s not even here yet.” Dominic’s jaw tightened, his claws flexing as they hooked into something far deeper than the physical world. He was tethered to the psychic plane now, and the ground beneath his boots splintered in response. Then the fuse hit the powder. The awakening didn’t just happen…it detonated.

I was done crying over the people who had sacrificed me to keep peace in their corrupted home. My fingers moved swiftly across the mechanical combination dial, the faint clicking of the tumbler echoing softly in my ears. 1-0-2-4. October twenty-fourth. The day of her birth. I turned the heavy chrome handle clockwise. The solid steel door unlocked and swung open without making a single sound. Inside the dark recess sat a thick, leather-bound folder tied neatly with a faded silk ribbon, preserved perfectly from the dust and decay of the outside world.