Lust Awakening Novels & Stories

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.

I said. I turned to face them, their faces tightening with unease. “The Blessed Luna undergoes five phases of awakening. The first occurs during intimacy with her mate.” I paused, scanning their reactions as they shifted uncomfortably. “I felt that first phase weeks ago. Then came the second, when her powers began to manifest. Those two are nothing compared to the third.” Alpha Luke narrowed his eyes. “And the third phase is?” My gaze met hers—glowing, primal, struggling to hold control.

Aurora looked like someone who had wandered through a desert for too long and had suddenly found water. “Talk to him more. Try to awaken his awareness.” The doctor paused, then added, “It’s best to mention familiar things, things he knows well, so he develops the will to fight and come back from his subconscious.” Aurora asked a few more detailed questions about what to watch out for before finally agreeing. Before leaving, the doctor said, “Waking up is a matter of time. It won’t happen in just a month or two, so we have to leave it to time.

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.

Jade I wake before dawn. Not because I slept badly. Not because I had a nightmare. No. I wake simply because I decided to. No alarm. No noise. Nothing. Just this suspended moment, when the house is still numb. And me, perfectly awake. Lucid. The bed is comfortable. A bit too much. The sheets smell of family laundry, soft, warm, almost maternal. That kind of scent that reassures, that lulls, that makes you believe in a normal life.

The morning after the Gala, the sun did not rise gently. It burst into the penthouse bedroom like an intruder, harsh and demanding. Aurora woke with a gasp. For a second, she didn't know where she was. She was tangled in sheets, her limbs heavy, her skin humming with the memory of friction and heat. She turned. Liam was asleep beside her. He was lying on his stomach, one arm thrown over his head, the scars on his back—faint, old ones from a childhood accident he’d never explained—visible in the morning light.

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!

“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.

“Twenty? Already? She looked at the moon. This is bad, Tamara.” “What is it?” But Lilith grabbed her arm, “We got to go. Now.” “Don't touch her!” Kai roared, exploding from the cabin, bone cracking, shifting. “You Idiot!” Lilith spat. “Look at the moon!” Everyone looked up. The crack spread, branching over the full moon. “The Awakening,” Marcus gasped, leaning in the doorway. It can't be. “What's the Awakening?” Tamara asked. “The end,” Lilith said softly. “Only the beginning, depending on who wins.”