The Awakened Ones Novels & Stories

“Awakening.” --- As the sigil glows brighter, Alexander realizes Project Rebirth has only just begun and Elena’s awakening might not be something he can stop.

“It never is.” The interruption came mid-morning. Rowan entered the hall with urgency written across his face. “We have confirmation,” he said. “Multiple reports. Across three territories.” Damien straightened. “Reports of what?” “Awakenings.” Aria’s breath caught. “Dormant wolves,” Rowan continued. “Previously classified as weak. Unbonded. Unremarkable. They’re manifesting abilities.” Silence fell heavy. Damien looked at Aria slowly. “It’s already spreading.”

--- Something Awakens At the Moon’s Eye, as Rowan, Darius, and Lyra tried to regain balance, a shape began to form in the altar flame — massive, skeletal, shifting between wolf and shadow. Eyes opened in the dark. And in Lyra’s mind, a voice echoed: “You have unlocked the seal, Child of the Star. But are you ready to face what lies beneath the broken moon?”

Rows upon rows of sealed tanks illuminated, each containing a version — not of Amara, not of Luca, but something in between. Hybrid soldiers. Some bore Amara’s eyes. Others had Luca’s scars. All were connected to a neural network that began to awaken, one voice at a time. “Subject E.V.A. sequence complete.” “All systems online.” “Awakening protocols engaged.” The sound was deafening — a chorus of rebirth. Cassian grabbed Amara’s arm. “We need to get out now.” But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Doctor Emily’s slightly surprised face, she was leaning down in front of me. “Alma, you are in labour.” * * * Translation of Anita's spell: (*) Opening the eyes of my mind, lifting the veils of my soul. Winds of the east blow my energy to Kemely's consciousness, and to the corners of her forgetfulness, letting me see the perfect mirror of that which is invisible. (Gaelic)

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

“The seal is weakening faster than expected.” The balance trembled. The silver eye beyond the fracture blinked again. This time, a wave of energy spread across existence. Worlds shook. Stars brightened. Ancient powers awakened. I felt the pulse travel directly through me. The silver markings on my body glowed brighter. The symbol in my palm burned like fire. I gasped. Suddenly, another memory crashed into my mind. I saw an endless battlefield. Darkness stretched across creation. The Forgotten Ones swarmed like a living ocean. Entire realities crumbled beneath their advance, and standing against them was the colossal silver wolf. Alone. Wounded. Bleeding silver light. Yet still fighting. Stil

I began a systematic search—pack activity logs, attendance lists for celebrations, minutes from Elder Council meetings. As Luna, I had permission to access these files. I just never thought to look before. PDF files opened one after another. At every Elder Gathering, Sophia's name was on the participant list. The note said: "Special Advisor to Alpha Liam." Advisor. She's an outsider wolf, advising our pack on what? I kept scrolling and found even more absurd things— During the Spring Hunt, she attended as a "cultural exchange envoy." On Oath Day, she was a "ceremonial guest."