The Awakening Book 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.

The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older. I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.

“Death Reincarnate.” With the hardbound book by which covers represents a maiden, yet not the very crown princess, but a lady in blue they both know who. Winona flips the book around, and unto its back, she reads the words, the gist, and the very core of the novel that they are living and probably someone is reading along, as it goes like this with the words. “WAKE UP, DANIELA!” Having the chills, yet her heart beats an excitement from the name that pops and takes her utmost interest from. She slowly lay her back comfortably onto Leo’s fur, as she continues to read.

Title: Awakening Her Inferno. {#Book Two} ~Synopsis: ~~~ Danika is captured from her Pack by Wolf Tamers and forced into breading. Shut off from the outside world, she feels she can never escape her hell. When she's taken to a suspicious orphanage amongst other breeders - unbeknownst to her, Elizabeth, her younger sister is there as well - and the place is suddenly razed by gutting fire, Danika is pushed to make a tragic decision between life and death.

I have planned on moving these chapters to Book 2 of the Awakening drama :) So sorry for the inconvenience, but I had a dream bigger than what I wrote here.

THE AWAKENING Tyla woke to the sensation of fire crawling beneath her skin. Not burning from the outside—burning from within*, as if lightning threaded her veins and refused to settle. Her ears rang with a pulse she didn’t recognize. The room swayed above her, a blur of stone ceiling and shadows dancing like living things. She forced her eyes open, gasping for air as something hot pressed against her spine and coursed upward until the world turned white. A hand gripped hers.

The Awakening I woke up in the middle of the night. The fire in the hearth had gone out, and the room was bathed in a strange, silver light. Silas was fast asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. He looked peaceful. For a moment, I wanted to stay here. I wanted to forget the war and the wolves. I wanted to live in this quiet garden and grow old with this man. Elara... The voice didn't come from my head. It came from the window.

The Awakening Natalia's POV “Ouch !” I yelled as I woke. This pain at the back of my head made my eyes twisted with intense dizziness. My vision was blurry and my skin was slippery from sweat. As I woke, my consciousness flickered. As I opened my eyes, I looked around, observing the place. Where was I? I asked myself. The room was dimly lit, cold, and uninviting. The walls were of concrete and the air was musty, making it a little difficult to breathe. As I sat on the floor I felt the tightness of the course rope used to secure my hand behind me. I pulled my hand hard, but they won't budge.

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.