False Awakening Novels & Stories

“Awakening.” --- As the sigil glows brighter, Alexander realizes Project Rebirth has only just begun and Elena’s awakening might not be something he can stop.

She was still deep in her sleep, but now it felt more like a true rest, rather than a forced unconsciousness. I knelt beside the bed, pulling another small vial from my satchel. This one was different from the first. The liquid inside was a pale, pearlescent white, shimmering with a faint inner light. It held the scent of mountain dew and crushed moonflowers, gathered under specific constellations. This wasn't for calming or preparing, but for awakening, for gently coaxing her spirit back to the surface. It was a bridge, a way to guide her back from the edge she’d been clinging to. It wouldn't cure her completely, but it would give us a starting point, a moment of consciousness, a chance for

“They weren’t rogues. They were… organized. Too calm. Too sure of something they thought I was.” Maxine frowned. “Which is?” I hesitated. That word—awakening—still crawled across my spine. I had heard it in the dark, tied to a chair, breath shaking, Myron unconscious beside me. “She’s awakening,” one of them had said. “If we don’t trigger it now, someone else will.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “They kept talking like there was something inside me. Something that was supposed to… emerge.” Maxine blinked. “Like what? A power?”

Soon enough, I'll wake up and find myself in my bed, throat raw and covered in sweat. Except, I know it to be a lie. The blisters on my feet and the raw terror in every beat of my heartknows it to be untrue. I take several turns agai, but not once does he take the bait like last time. He doesn’t stop, He doesn't slow.

I said. “No.” “We’re spreading something.” A pause. Then. “Possibility.” That word settled deep. Because that was the opposite of uniformity. Not force. Not resistance. Possibility. The chance to see. The chance to choose. The chance to become aware. I exhaled slowly. Then said. “This is bigger than disruption.” “Yes.” “This is… awakening.” A pause. Then. “Potential awakening.” I nodded. Because nothing here was guaranteed. Not even that. But it was enough.

That’s a dream, that’s a dream, that’s a dream. I keep muttering these to myself, as if, I’m chanting a spell. What the hell was that? Did I see things right, or I’m just hallucinating? No, that’s not possible, I’m fucking wide awake, that’s real. Oh my god, what did I witness?

"As for those who set the fire, I want them to suffer a fate worse than death." … [Hailey's Perspective] I woke up on a big, soft bed. "You're awake." A warm voice was heard, and I turned to look toward the voice. It was a handsome man, the man I had saved five years ago. "Did you save me?" I asked, but my voice was dry and brittle. He nodded and passed me a glass of water. "My name is Cole Larter. My men have been protecting you in secret all this while, which was why we were able to save you in time."

She wants to meet the woman with magical powers. "Grandma how will the lycans wake up?" Thea asked with curiosity shining in her big eyes. "There's a legend that say that the blood of the innocent soul will wake the lycan King up. The soul should be untainted, pure and innocent." Grandma told her. "However, there's a another legend which says that only the mate of the King of lycans can wake him up. They say that her presence will force him to break everything and come to her."

That was why I always wanted to have my own family. In my previous life, I was tricked by the gentle facade James, my then fiance, put on, and he killed me along with Verde. At that time, Elwood bawled like a baby in front of my grave and even destroyed James’s company for me, which made me think that he loved me. Hence, in my current life, I chose him. But to think that I ended up jumping into another trap. I lived in the lie he created, and I felt thankful to him! I thought that he was my savior!

And for the first time since waking up, I wasn’t just confused. I was alert.