The Awakened Ones Novels & Stories

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.

It ignited a collective awakening, where beings embraced diversity and celebrated the beauty of each unique soul. As cosmic travelers ventured through the realms, they encountered portals of transformation known as "Luna Gates of Awakening." These gateways shimmered with ethereal light, beckoning seekers to step through and embark on profound inner journeys. Beyond the gates, individuals faced their fears, confronted their shadows, and emerged with a renewed sense of self. These transformative experiences propelled them forward on the path of authenticity, guiding them to align their thoughts, actions, and purpose with their truest selves.

He knew I wanted Damian with every ounce of my being. “I will get Damian without your help,” I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, “so leave me alone” “Aiden will be dead in a few days and Selena will finally become mine before her awakening. You can get Damian,” my head whipped up at his statement . “What do you mean by her awakening?” “Do you want him back or not?” “Of course I do” “Well, it’s settled” he handed me a tiny bottle from his breast pocket, “just make sure he drinks this and we are good to go. I will be waiting for your call, Kourtney. Do not mess this up again”

“Okay, so what made them unconscious? Just get straight to the point.” I listened attentively as he explained everything that transpired in the club. Apparently, a group of people blended into the club and ended up raiding it. They spiked the drinks with a chemical that made people unconscious. When a bartender realized what was happening, he called Grimm’s attention to the situation. A fight broke out between my men and the intruders. Grimm was also part of the fight. But the intruders escaped. “I don’t know how certain he is, but Grimm claimed that he recognized one of the men from the Moonbeam pack — Halle’s pack.”

"Bandits!" Alruna shot upright, adrenaline surging through her veins. Eris and Lunette were instantly at her side, their faces grim. "What happened?" Alruna asked, her voice tight with apprehension. Eris reassured her, but her voice lacked its usual confidence. "Don't worry, the security is supposed to be strong…" Alruna cautiously approached the tent flap, peering out. The sight that greeted her was terrifying – a pack of wolves, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, surrounding the camp.

Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is wounded. A cosmic pulse erupts, the reborn world quaking, crystalline spires collapsing into radiant dust. A keeper-king awakens, its towering form radiating starlight, its hymn of dominion shaking the vale. “Elara’s fragments are mine!” it booms, its blade summoning a radiant army, their starlight hymns converging. The codex’s truth burns—the oracle’s ambition mirrors the king’s, a First Ones’ flaw reborn.

Wolves emerged from the shadows — the old blood, Rowan’s kin, even a few ferals, drawn to something deeper. Evelyn’s body shook — not with fear, but with instinct. Her eyes flared. Not just gold. Deeper. The old blood whispered one word: “Awakened.”