The Awakened Ones Novels & Stories

They were designed to strip the Sovereign Gene the moment it flared—to lobotomize a thousand potential gods before they could realize they had wings. ​“The resonance is peaking,” Aris warned, her mental projection sharp with urgency. “The keynote speaker is the catalyst. The moment he hits the podium, they’ll trigger the ‘Harvest.’ If you don’t start the Awakening now, Elara, this room becomes a tomb.”

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.

“I didn’t hear anything after.” “My psychic gifts are stronger than yours.” “Tell me?” “They heard it, Hayden.” He frowned as he saw a look of deep fear cross her face and sensed the worry growing inside her. “Who heard it?’ “The call was so powerful, it reached the farthest corners of the globe. There’s still so many of them left in the world. They’ve just been scattered so far apart but the call was like a rallying cry that connected them all again. Now they know one of their own was killed by a Lycan, and they’re forming the largest pack of Alphas the world has ever known in a thousand years. The dark ones are still around. They heard the call….and they’re coming for us, Hayden, all of th

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

Not Reed. Not the Sentinels. Older and deeper. The Prophet closed his eyes. His face had become unexpectedly grim. "I prayed..." "...there would be more time." Grayson raised his sword again. "What is happening?" He opened his eyes. For the first time... Fear lived inside them. "The Awakening has begun." A deafening crack split the valley. Somewhere beneath the Stone Circle... Something enormous struck the earth from below. Once. Then again. And a voice. Ancient.

The Mercy faction was being gutted to get us to the fusion site. We reached the outer tunnels of the ice vault. The air began to hum—a low-frequency vibration that made my teeth throb. The jade pendant in my pocket answered, pulsing with an indigo glow that matched the rhythmic, vengeful red of the blood-array ahead. Control is gone. And I hate how part of me is relieved Ryan is still holding the tactical weight. "The First Ones... they're waiting for the full awakening," Kael murmured, leaning his frost-covered head against the stone. "The final cost is near, Phoenix. I can hear it in my marrow."

"Because to open the Vault, you don't need a key. You need a Sacrifice. And Leo Thorne has one limb left." But as the family vanished into the darkness, Leo stopped. He looked at a discarded digital newspaper on the floor. The headline read: "THORNE-VANCE MERGER CELEBRATES 10 YEARS OF PEACE." Leo reached down with his remaining hand and wrote one word over the Director’s face in the oil and blood: "DIVORCED." The ground beneath London began to tremble. Not from a bomb, but from a System-Wide Awakening. Across the city, every "Unwanted" person—every scavenger, every beggar, every liquidated soul—felt a sudden, sharp clarity. The "Noise" wasn't just static anymore. It was a Manifesto.

"Stop. Did you feel that?" Raven hugged her own body. "Like... something is crawling on my skin." The floor of the hallway made a subtle cracking sound, like ice beginning to grow from within the stone. In the distance, the lights of the hanging torches slowly extinguished one by one, creating a layered darkness that moved closer. Valtorius grasped his wand. "He's awake..." "Who?" whispered Raven, her voice choked. "Something even the Last Watchers dare not mention. They call him... The Night Watcher."