El Lago Azul: El Despertar Novels & Stories

Instead, I buried myself deeper underneath the quilt, wide awake, waiting. I knew Daemon wouldn’t come back tonight. A huge part of me believed that. Yet, I still waited, my ears trained to the sound of his footsteps in the hallway, to the grunt that echoed in the walls when he tried to push his door open. To the soft breath that washed through my door before his soft knock. Those didn’t happen. But something else did. I was asleep. This time, I was certain of it. I was no longer in the pack house. I stood at the edge of what looked like a deserted town, staring at the dying plants. Something kept pushing my limbs forward.

Arlen can’t help but loudly curse after he, Vermeil, and Raine saw the reflection in the water. “How can this be…?” Vermeil muttered as he took a deep breath while staring at the completely white world that can be seen on the surface of the water in the lake. “Everyone… this is Elhasa.” Yris said.

My last conscious thought was a silent promise: Don’t you dare leave me again. The next thing I felt was movement. Soft. Subtle. A faint twitch beneath my fingers. I stirred, lifting my head slowly, blinking against the haze of half-dreams. And then— Blue. The sharp, vivid blue of eyes I knew better than my own, open and alive and fixed on me. My breath caught, the world narrowing to that single, impossible sight. Lorenzo. Awake. Watching me.

“It’s teaching itself to feel.” Sophia whispered, “To mirror us more completely.” The hum returned—barely perceptible, like a breath taken from another dimension. The mirror shimmered once, faintly, and the surface rippled. --- Quito. Elena’s dreams were alive with color. When she awoke, she could still see the afterimage of a light pattern curling along her skin, fading only when she blinked. The shard on her nightstand glowed dimly, synchronized to her pulse.

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…

Esli cursed. "Maybe she’s asleep," Mendez responded again. "Or maybe she passed out drunk!" Esli threw his phone aside. There was no point in attempting to wake Liz up. If she was not asleep, maybe she was partying. "And there’s something else." Mendez apparently wasn't finished. "What else?" "There’s a report that Don Rosas is building something at Lago de Chapala." Esli frowned again. "Isn't that a lake? What’s he building? A resort?"

Chapter: 48 ****** TALON: The memories rushed back like a tide, each wave crashing over me with a force that left me breathless. The day Lira graduated from Camp Elysium was etched in my mind, vivid and haunting. I could still picture the sun shining brightly, casting a golden hue over the campus as the ceremony unfolded, a perfect backdrop for such a bittersweet occasion.

My wolf stirred, even though it sounded weak. And then I heard her voice, louder this time, again. ‘Mate.’ What did she mean by mate? Last time I checked I was rejected and the matebond was snapped. Would the moon goddess just grant me another mate within the space of twenty four hours. There was absolutely no way and besides I had never heard of that. I blinked my eyes open but the ceiling above me wasn’t the cracked, damp one from my usual quarters. It was white, and softly lit. I turned my head, wincing slightly as I noticed a soft beeping echoing beside me.

Amusement flickered across her features. “So, you’re the new healer?” she mused, tilting her head slightly. Ayla forced her shoulders to relax, keeping her expression neutral, unreadable. Liana didn’t recognize her. Of course, she wouldn’t. Her face had changed after the rebirth. “Yes, my lady,” Ayla said softly, lowering her gaze in false submission. Liana scoffed, stepping further inside. The silk of her robe rustled with the movement, trailing behind her like the robes of a queen surveying her domain. “How dull,” she murmured, almost to herself. “I was hoping for someone a bit more… impressive.”

ACE The morning light gently peered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a warm and ethereal glow. With an elegant grace, Aella slowly emerges from her slumber, like a blossoming flower. I watched her like a hawk, even in my exhausted state I couldn't sleep a wink. Watching her wake up is like witnessing the birth of a new day itself. Her every movement, every breath, awakened an indescribable feeling of awe and appreciation in the depth of my soul. She finally opens her eyes and those blues land on me.