Kraken Wakes Book Novels & Stories

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Their boldness incinerated them, and the Lycans’ search for the hunters finally yielded results, and that tethered the line of piece. The door was pushed open, and Kiara inhaled sharply as she pushed away the book. The writer, Alpha Kratos, wrote with too much honesty. His words sound so sincere yet it goes against everything she has been taught about Lycans. “Here you go,” Devon muttered, placing the tray of food on her laps. Kiara stared at the dishes with blank eyes and Devon frowned. “Do you not like the dishes?” “Why do you believe the things written in that book and why do you protect the book so much?”

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

"I think I'll hear about that story now." It should have been weird that Riana remained quiet all the while, I should have been concerned. It was like she was patiently waiting for the whole ruckus to calm down and for my friend to be gone. I had other plans. "Forgive my manners. Us Blood moon wolves tend to forget them," I said with a smile to Kraken. It was an inside joke and an attempt to make Riana feel even more left out. It was mean and a little too harsh, I knew that, but I just could not bring myself to continue with our awkward reunion.

With shaking hands, I turned off the laptop and went to pack up my things. Only then did I realize that I'd bought most of my stuff in pairs. Only I used them, though; Harold never used the items I'd prepared for him. He was obviously cold to me, but I'd always ignored those subtle signs. I tossed all the matching couple stuff into the bin and packed everything else before texting my best friend, Jane Ramsey. "Do you want to meet up tonight?" I would be heading to the mountains as part of an aid group later, so I wouldn't get to see her for a long time. I decided that I should say goodbye to her properly.

Then, without warning, she reached inside. In the next instant, Jennifer caught sight of something and let out a piercing scream. Kimberly withdrew her hand slowly, and a striking corn snake with red eyes coiled sinuously around her arm, its body undulating in slow, mesmerizing waves. The snake sensed Jennifer's presence, hissing menacingly as it flicked its forked tongue in her direction. She cowered. "W-Why do you keep a snake?" She had always been domineering and abusive toward Kimberly, bullying those she deemed beneath her. But everyone had their vulnerabilities, and hers happened to be a mortal fear of snakes.

I scream. The world explodes into light and agony. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and powerful finally wakes up completely.

The hinges gave a mournful creak. My eyes darted to the contents of the kit. There, nestled in velvet, was a long, shimmering needle filled with a liquid the color of bruised violets. Wolfsbane. The hope died so fast it left me dizzy. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "No," I whispered, scrambling backward until my spine hit the cold stone wall. "Mali, please. Not that. Anything but that." "Mali, please look at me," I begged, my voice cracking.

ELARA’S POV Waking was not a sudden return to light, but a slow climb out of a deep, silent well. For the first few moments, there was only the smell of crushed pine needles, woodsmoke, and the clean, familiar scent of rain and steel that belonged to Draven. My mind, usually buzzing with the tangled threads of pack bonds and emotional currents, felt quiet. It was an unnatural, heavy stillness, like the world after a violent winter storm when every living thing is buried under snow.