Symbols In The Awakening Novels & Stories

Chapter 100: The Awakening AVELINE'S POV The second my blood hit the ground, instantly I felt like the world tilted, everything going wrong all at once. I didn't even know what I was expecting but this wasn't it. The symbols Nathan drew on the ground started getting swallowed by my blood, like it was alive, like it was hungry for it. And then they caught fire. Blue fire. Cold fire. It made the air so thick I couldn't breathe, couldn't pull any oxygen into my lungs no matter how hard I tried. And it felt like something was pulling deep inside me, biting into me, ripping through my insides and grabbing hold of something that wasn't supposed to be there.

He breathed as he and the others standing around, looked up at the balls of smoke and fire that darkened the sky above the Stanwood property. “Finally,” Mary whispered, looking up with contentment and pride. “We need to attack now whilst there’s chaos. Sally, please check on the shield.” She instructed one of the warlocks who couldn’t seem to contain her excitement. “Right away, Mary.” Sally began to move closer to the Stanwood property. The others watched and waited patiently as the warlock did her checking. When she turned around with a huge grin and gave them a thumbs-up sign, the others breathed sighs of relief.

My eyes snapped open, and the world was an assault of sterile, fluorescent white. It was the hospital smell, bleach, latex, and the metallic tang of illness, but the air felt thinner, sharper. My lungs burned as if I hadn't used them in centuries, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I couldn't breathe. Every time I tried to draw air, it felt like swallowing liquid diamonds, sharp, cold, and lethal. The last thing I remembered was the rooftop. The white roses. The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink.

His blind terror when Genevieve’s shadows had wrapped around my throat, the vow he’d made to burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. But loudest of all was the thought that pulsed like a second heartbeat: "Don’t let her see. Don’t let her know you’re just as broken as the monster you killed." The Awakening I gasped back into my body just before dawn, my cheeks wet with tears that weren’t entirely my own. My lungs burned as if I’d been holding my breath for hours. The tent around me smelled of sweat and crushed herbs, real, solid, mine again. The goddess’s voice lingered in the stillness:

I felt a knot around my chest as my eyes landed on a chestnut-haired man who looked like a greek God. I could feel butterflies in my tummy as he turned to look at me, and I blushed a little. The look of his face was that of confusion and his face immediately hardened. He walked towards me and stood a few inches away from me. I recognized him, he was one of the powerful alphas who has been attending the mating ceremony for a few years now. “Mate.” His wolf called out in sync with mine and i felt elated. I don’t know how he was feeling inside, but deep down i hope he wouldn’t reject me because I’m an omega. “You are alice.” And i nodded gently and nervously.

Jealous much, sis? Yeah, Nolan is mine, only mine…shit, I know how he feels now when Liam was around. The feeling is terrible. We got to the clearing. Okay, let’s start with back-to-back and try to decipher the symbols. Concentrate on one first, ready? Back to back, the circle on our back lit, shooting a beam into the sky. I closed my eyes. The first symbol was fire, mine. Salem, I told him through the link, the first one is fire.

Something broke. A scream tore through the clearing. Not the woman’s. Not the wolf’s. The forest’s. The light between them shattered. Darkness rushed in. The wolf roared. The woman’s symbols flared, then cracked like glass. “Love will ruin you,” a voice whispered from the shadows. “Then let it,” she answered. The clearing exploded into white. — Ava woke with a sharp inhale. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The room was dark again. Night still clung to the edges of the window.

I was just Ava, the slave, staring at a king who had the power to vaporize me with a single thought. I felt a sudden, sharp heat on the inside of my left wrist. It was a burning sensation, starting low and building with impossible speed. It was agonizing, like a brand being pressed to my skin. I instinctively winced, pulling my focus from Alpha Caeser’s face down to my wrist. It was impossible. Emblazoned on my skin, where only dull, sun-faded skin had been moments before, was a symbol. It was a perfect, intricate crescent moon, glowing with an unnatural, faint white light. The mark of the Moon Goddess. A Mating Mark.

If they didn't make it back in time, the rest would be on their own. "Why won't this door just open already". Damian tried harder to push the door open but no matter how much he tried, nothing seemed to work. "Maybe it's because it wasn't meant to open easily in the first place". Ava explained tracing her fingers over the symbols. "Look, these symbols seem to be a warning. The door only opens for... the pure of heart?" "Pure of heart? What's that supposed to mean?. Seraphim asked Ava looked at them both. "Haven't you ever read about the wolf's mythology".