Doomsday Awakening Novels & Stories

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

Despair washed over me. I froze and looked at him. "Do you really have to kill me?" "I'm sorry," Thomas's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Killing you is the only way to save you… and to save more people. I have to clean up the mess I've caused." Before I could respond, I blacked out. When I woke, I was back at the abandoned factory. The stench of blood and decay filled the air. A pile of corpses lay before me, and I was tied to a bed, unable to move.

The morning sunlight attacked me like it had been waiting all night for this exact moment. Right through my thin curtains, stabbing me in the face like I’d personally offended the sun. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. Not today. Please not today. But the second I shut my eyes, last night came rushing back. The alley. The men. Him. And that voice, low and final: “Doom has begun.” I sat up so fast my pillow hit the floor. My heart thudded against my ribs, too loud for morning.

“Evie—Evie, please, come back—don’t leave me—” The Awakening slams into me, one final time. White-hot power detonates beneath my skin, a supernova burning through every cell. And I scream, helpless, as the world erupts into blinding, endless light—caught between destruction and rebirth, between the past and the future, between who I was and who I must become.

“I see your confused Alpha, I’m just glad to see you happier and it seems our Luna is already changing you. But yes you boys can take her home today I think she will do just fine. Just remember to keep thoughs..” Change me? I thought we had barely had time to get to know one another. Before Jane could finish we heard the pack alarms begin blaring. “ALPHA FELIX THERES AT LEAST 50 ROGES, GET TO THE WEST BOARDER NOW!” One of my top warriors began yelling at me frantic in my mind. “Dr Jane, get the hospital on lock down immediately.” She nodded her head quickly as I ran quickly back to Stars room. When I made it there I burst through her room.

Somewhere deep beneath Blackwood, a sound rolled through the facility that none of them had heard before, enormous locking mechanisms, ancient and long dormant, disengaging one after another in a slow, deliberate sequence. The ground trembled. Then, from everywhere and nowhere at once, a voice filled the facility. Not Jonathan's. Something colder, mechanical, utterly unfamiliar. "Authorization confirmed. Ark awakening." Everyone froze. Isaac slowly lifted his head, his face draining of color as the words settled over him. "That wasn't Jonathan," he whispered.

"Because to open the Vault, you don't need a key. You need a Sacrifice. And Leo Thorne has one limb left." But as the family vanished into the darkness, Leo stopped. He looked at a discarded digital newspaper on the floor. The headline read: "THORNE-VANCE MERGER CELEBRATES 10 YEARS OF PEACE." Leo reached down with his remaining hand and wrote one word over the Director’s face in the oil and blood: "DIVORCED." The ground beneath London began to tremble. Not from a bomb, but from a System-Wide Awakening. Across the city, every "Unwanted" person—every scavenger, every beggar, every liquidated soul—felt a sudden, sharp clarity. The "Noise" wasn't just static anymore. It was a Manifesto.

The Dooms were the strongest in the Greater Realms, and no other race dared to go against them. However, a human showed up and attacked them. The Doom Race would not tolerate such disrespectful behavior. After James entered the Path of Heavenly Awakening, his original appearance and human aura were restored. Thus, the Dooms knew he was not one of them. Moreover, Wyot was not born yet in the current era within the illusion. Even if he were to use Wyot’s appearance, the Dooms would not recognize him. With Hirah’s order, many guards of the Dooms rushed over and besieged James.

I had almost forgotten, that place of absolute nothing. Oppressive and infinite, that was my judgement. There was punishment for self defence, even after death and if this new existence of mine was doom to end back in that place of eternal terror. Then I might as well bath in the blood of these people who turn to beasts the second they smell your weakness. These men who murder their own children to save their own skin, their reputation. These women who leave their child alone and ignorant to the world men, then abandon them when they protect themselves.

Vamoire is not speaking as well. “Are you sure you did not overdose them with that certain drug?” Hodor adjusted himself on the throne, his back is fully leaned on it. “I am sure we had only given the right amount,” Viller confidently answered. “They will wake up soon, my King,” Jek chimed in. “Oh, they are moving. I think they are gaining their consciousness,” he immediately added seeing them slowly moving their limbs. Hodor’s eyes is flashed with anticipation. “Finally,” he uttered in a creepy voice.