The Ancient Awaits Novels & Stories

An assembly of twenty beings had gathered around the ancient table, a sight unseen for generations, perhaps even epochs. Many had been coaxed from their carefully curated hibernations, their ancient slumbers shattered by the chilling certainty of the Lord’s return. Their heirs and appointed proxies, accustomed to wielding power in their stead, now sat amongst their awakened sires and grand-sires, a palpable tension thrumming in the air like an impending storm.

' Ann didn't quite know how to reply to that and Maeve sniggered in response. 'It's like Schrodinger's cat, isn't it?' Maeve exclaimed gleefully, 'Although I would have much preferred he uses a wolf rather than a cat… sneaky little bastards...' she grumbled to herself. "Ann? Pay attention, they're talking to you..." Adam murmured quietly in her ear. She quickly pulled herself out of her dialogue with Maeve and listened attentively to the mysterious voices above. "...and as we are all in agreement, all that is required is for Ann to accept the terms. Do you accept?" The Ancient voice asked, his tone flat and deadly serious, indicating whatever she had missed was indeed of great magnitude.

“We prepare. She’s not done with us.” In the distance, a low howl echoed—a sound Annabel hadn’t heard in years. It was a call, familiar and haunting. Her heart clenched as realization dawned. “She’s waking them,” Annabel whispered. Damian frowned. “Who?” “The Ancients,” she said, her voice barely audible. “They’re coming.”

The mark on my arm burned violently. I dropped to one knee. Aria! I’m fine. I lied through clenched teeth. I wasn’t fine. Something was pulling at me. Not like the Ancients. Not like a call. Like a claim. One of the Ancients finally spoke. It wakes. I forced myself to look up. What wakes? A pause. Then the First. The word settled over everything like a shadow. Azrael’s voice dropped. First what? The Ancient’s gaze shifted toward the horizon.

THE SUPERNATURALS RISE OF HEROES. Somewhere out of nowhere, neither in the past, present, or future. Lies the Ancient Gladius, glowing and waiting for its rightful soul.

“What do you think she’s doing in there, babe?” I asked Aira. She was still pretty focused on looking at the mirror and waiting to see Natalia walk out of that apartment complex. She turned to me with a firm look on her face. I almost wanted to laugh but I stopped myself. [Terrence]

And as it was, as it always had been, he was here with the woman who held the fates of every Ancient in her aged hands. The Matriarch of the Ancients was several meters away from her aide. Her focus was on the four figures hanging from the pole. She stared at them with eyes that radiated with infinite wisdom, almost as if they had been soaked in the well of Mimir for dozens of years before being given to her as a gift. “Matriarch,” her aide called again, and the old woman who had lived several millennia sighed and took her eyes off the only living creatures left on this battlefield. She turned her head aside, moving without any particular urgency with the assistance of her Lionhead cane towa

If Vincent wasn’t willing to waste thirty minutes of his time for his fiance, he was wondering what kind of a connection they actually had. A small, quaint shop rested against the side-street. There was a wood sign hanging above the establishment, showing that the building was split down the middle. One side was a fabric store and the other a laundromat. While pulling into the parking lot, Landon started to feel anxious. His feelings intensified as he neared the building, his heart was hammering and his mind was hyper-aware of their surroundings. Landon unexpectedly felt his wolf stir. He felt confusion flood over him. What was happening? The last time this happened to him, he had met his ma

Yet somewhere beyond the mortal world, ancient eyes turned toward the North. Watching. Waiting. And for the first time in countless ages, destiny began preparing for a child who had not yet been conceived.

Aria felt the first stir in her blood, warm and content. You have done well, daughter, the ancient voice whispered. But the night is long, and shadows linger. Aria's contentment faded, replaced by the familiar prickle of warning. What shadows? she asked silently. But the first did not answer. In the darkness beyond the forest, beyond the settlement, beyond the mountains that marked the edge of their world, something watched. Something that had waited through millennia of human and wolf history, patient as stone, hungry as fire. And in the deepest caves of the north, where the ancient wolves had awakened, a voice whispered through the darkness.