The Ancient Awaits Novels & Stories

Something vast and ancient and utterly inhuman beginning to stir in the depths beneath the palace. Something that had been waiting for exactly this moment. Something that had used all of us to get here.

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

Somewhere deep beneath the city, far below stone and bone and history, something ancient adjusted its grip. No longer testing. No longer asking. Preparing to pull.

“The energy. It is alive.” Luther nodded. His jaw was rigid. Silver eyes flashed like heated metal. “It is responding to us. Not just the sigils. Not just the land. Us together.” His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin. Unsettled and alert. “Together how?” Valentine asked. Unease crept into her voice. Eryx exhaled slowly. “Something ancient has noticed you.” Valentine turned sharply. “Ancient?” “Older than the Council,” Eryx said. “Older than the Watchers. Older than any recorded lineage or law. There is a power that has slept beneath this world for centuries. Waiting for the right convergence to wake it. You are that trigger.”

“Remember what Miaka told you about the mages? The ones who created the dimensions?” “Yes.” “They’re called the Ancients. There is a very popular belief that they didn’t die during the making as everyone supposed,” Erick said. “Instead, they’re merely sleeping. It was an eons-long slumber that can only be broken by them when they are ready to wake.” “But what does that have to do with me getting bit?” I asked, unable to see the connection. “Possession of an individual is the first sign of an awakening Ancient. Turning of a human is the second.”

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

A world of living cities and ancient guardians of tests and enemies approaching. They were together.. That Alexander was learning was all that truly mattered. "Whatever comes next " he said quietly for Leo "we face it together." His son nodded. His glowing eyes reflected the pulsing lights of the city ahead. "Together. Always." The living platform stopped at the city's edge. New figures emerged. Guardians, more witnesses to an event that hadn't occurred in ten thousand years. They chattered in their musical language. Their movements were filled with contained excitement. In the temple at the city's heart something ancient began to stir. Something that had been waiting just like these creatur

As they walked, Lena felt it again—that whisper of awareness, the sense that something beyond the Rift knew her, had marked her in a way she couldn’t yet understand. And far beyond the city’s towering gates, hidden within the ancient halls of the Arcane Archives— Something was waiting. And it had been waiting for her.

"What do you know about... about all of this?" Caiden crouches down beside me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "I know that you're in far deeper than you realize, Lyra. The players in this game... they're ancient, powerful beyond your wildest imagination. And they've been waiting a very long time for someone like you to come along."