The Awakening Book Novels & Stories

“So don’t act innocent now.” He lets out a gasp, I felt like I said something u shouldn't have but I have no time to process it. I just run. His golden eyes burn in the back of my mind the whole way down the stairs. The hallways are quiet, but I already know exactly where I’m going. Of course I do. I’ve read the twenty series of this book, almost twenty times. Except the last copy. Elara lives in the girls’ dormitory across the courtyard. She doesn’t have roommates — or at least she wasn’t supposed to. Her room was her sanctuary.

"Thank goodness you are awake now." Alice said and gave out a relieved sigh. Aurora opened her eyes, sat up and looked around. "Where I'm I? What am I doing here?." She asked herself but Alice heard her. "You fell off the stairs two days ago at the house party and hit your head hard on the floor. We feared something bad might have happened to you, everybody was worried, I couldn't sleep for the fear of losing you." Alice explained excitedly, and pulled her into a hug.

A familiar bookshelf slid away from the wall. An old leather-bound volume floated toward my hands. I smiled. "Thank you." The castle hummed quietly. Almost proudly. I opened the book. Its title immediately caught my attention. The Awakening of Dormant Bloodlines My heartbeat quickened. I sat immediately. The first chapters described different awakening methods used throughout history. Some involved meditation. Others difficult trials. Several required guidance from an awakened relative. Then... A sentence made me stop reading. I read it again. Then a third time.

And a new, beautiful story had just begun. AUTHOR’S NOTE; Hello, beautiful people. Thank you so much for reading Dalian’s and Mia’s story till the end, and yes, the book has ended. This book was even more challenging than Daruis and Ravenna’s story. It had been considered many times just dumping the book but I couldn't leave you beautiful people hanging. So here is the ending. Forgive me if it seems rushed; I was eager to finish it. I'm going to take a long break from this book and hope I find my love for it again before I write Lucien’s story, because that one is going to be even more challenging. Thank you so much for your support and I hope you read my other books >>>

No, the was only the soft breathing of deep sleep from upstairs and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house. Or maybe father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by t

V I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

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.

The coffee she ground herself tasted far better, but the aesthetic of Starbucks was hard to resist. Alphonse had booked a hotel for her, so she’d stay there until she found her bearings. She took several selfies and posted them on her somewhat inactive I*******m page, receiving a quick like from Alphonse. Luggage-free, she wandered around, taking in the surroundings. She noticed people lounging about in their wolf forms, and the vampires were dressed in protective clothing, obviously trying to avoid burning in the sun. Suddenly, a warm feeling washed over her for about three seconds, leaving her pleasantly puzzled.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the book. The moment the cover cracked open, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the soft blue candles and plunging the room into darkness, save for the ethereal glow emanating from the pages. Words formed in the air, shimmering like liquid silver: “To awaken, you must see yourself as the blood sees you.” Evelyn blinked. The letters seemed to float, twisting in shapes she couldn’t comprehend. A warmth spread through her veins, and suddenly, the room shifted. She wasn’t in the chamber anymore. She was standing in the forest, the same forest that had called her name countless times before.

My bones ached, stiff from the long hours and the strain of watching events move faster than they should have. The books from the Sisterhood archives waited where I had left them, spread across the oak table. Their pages were worn thin. The ink had faded, but the meaning had not. I reached for the first volume. Its leather binding had once shone silver-white. Time had dulled it to gray. The title was written in an older tongue, one few could still read. In simpler words, it was called The First Awakening. I opened it with care. My fingers moved along familiar lines. I had memorized these words long ago, but memory alone could not guide us now.