Novel & Cerita The Awakened Ones

“Am I being kidnapped?” I ask as my voice trembles in fear. The short-haired lady chuckles, and then I feel something sharp poke into my arm. Before I can react, sleep overtakes me. All the muscles in my body become weak and my eyelids are now extremely heavy. “Nighty Night,” I hear one of the women say and I fall unconscious. ***Chris Kingston’s POV***

The darkness beckons to me, trying to pull me in with seductive hands. The crushing weight on my chest is suddenly removed. The sound of growling fills the air, but I start sinking into a void, an empty nothingness where I just float. A familiar voice is calling my name but it seems so far away and I'm so, very tired. I don't want to come back. Then, the voice orders me, it's small and unnoticed but it grows more and more insistent, bringing me back to consciousness with each second that passes.

“I’d assume most of them to be vampires but there will be some of the revived wolves and other beasts also.” “Do they know where she is?” Jayce asked, impatiently. “Not yet, but I assume that with Vivian awakening, it will only be a matter of time. She’ll only get stronger once you two mate.” “So I can’t claim her?” “You’re going to have to. It’s inevitable for wolves, if you don’t by the next full moon you’ll have every unmated wolf on her doorstep.” Leon started. “So I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

Caveen stood in the doorway, watching the moment unfold. He didn’t interrupt. But deep inside, he knew—this awakening would change everything. --- Later That Morning Alaric stood, dressed in the black and silver robes of his ancestors, staring at his reflection in the mirror carved into the sanctuary wall. Behind him, Elira approached, her steps quiet. “You’re changed,” she said. “I feel it.” He turned to face her. “Everything the Council sealed inside me… it’s awake now.” “They’ll come for us. Harder this time.”

“Doctor Brock, something is wrong with Alpha Wyatt. I need you in his office immediately.” As I turn my attention back to Wyatt, both the Supreme Elder and Doctor Brock chime, “Okay.” I quickly nudge Wyatt’s shoulder a little harder. “Alpha Wyatt wake up. Alpha, you need to wake up.” My breath hitches as his body suddenly goes limp. Shit. He is now unconscious. I quickly grab his shoulders and shake him harder than my previous nudges. “Alpha Wyatt! Don’t scare me like this! Wake up!”

’’ ‘’I didn’t know that…’’ While the wasps are frozen in their place, Princess Vibia have already secured his people inside the Sevon. The mastery of distortion hangs on one’s state of mind and focus. This mysterious occurrence is linked to the minds of every awakened people, if a person wants to use it into its full extent, he must first conquer his own mind; a characteristic that the non-awakened people lack for they only function according to what the DEOS declares their functionality.

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

"Darius! Look at the chamber!" I opened my eyes. The red mist wasn't imploding. It was changing. The violet light was turning gold. "The audit is closed," Iris whispered, her eyes glowing with a faint, reflected light. "I didn't fix the formula, Darius. I gave it back to the wolves." Outside, a hundred howls rose in unison. Not the mindless twitching of the infected, but the raw, powerful cry of the pack. The Quiet Ones were waking up. And they were very, very angry.

As the recently chosen Protector, I knew I had to show power and unity, even though I had doubts inside. Just as I was about to call the meeting to order, Asher's team returned. They are half-carried, half-dragged a wild-eyed werewolf between them. “We caught him near the border,” Asher reported. “He keeps babbling about something called 'the awakening.'” The captured werewolf's eyes rolled wildly, focusing on nothing. “It comes,” he muttered, his voice raspy and strained. “The awakening… the old powers… returning…” Then he collapsed, unconscious.