The Awakening Review Novels & Stories

It felt like someone was swinging a hammer against the inside of Eliza’s skull. The early morning dew caused a damp muskiness on the earth that blended with the mold and dust that burrowed beneath the thick layer of leaves where she lay her aching burden; assaulting her nose and adding to her misery. Her chocolate colored eyes felt pinned shut, but her hearing was abnormally acute. By the sounds around her, she sensed her surroundings were familiar ones. If she was correct, she was near the small cave that was nestled in a knoll that began the acres of woods at the far end of her family’s farm. It was a place that she’d discovered at a young age and had frequented whenever she required

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

The Blood Moon wasn’t awakening my power first, It was breaking me. Through my weakened sense, I felt movement, a presence then a faint sound of footsteps against the stone floor. I should have panicked or tried to hide but my rationality or reasoning were far too gone. My mind drowned beneath the tide of the Awakening. All I could register was a warm presence. A male scent that I struggled to recognise. All my reasoning was replaced with lust as I stumbled toward him. My vision could barely form any shape but I could feel a little bit of his arousal which fuelled mine.

Attention shifted. Movement on the bed. THE AWAKENING Kyrian felt like a truck hit him. Head pounding. Sharp pain. But the smell was worse. Everywhere. Thick. Heavy. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, dark rain, raw power. Ugh... what is this smell? Tried to move his finger. Body felt heavy. Lead. Even twitching hurt. "Ugh..." Low groan. Slowly opened his eyes. Blurry. Swimming focus.

The reviewer wrote that it was the most precise account of the experience of coming back they had ever read — not back from anywhere specific but back from absence in its most essential form, the universal experience of being gone and returning and discovering that returning was its own kind of journey. They wrote that the book didn't ask for sympathy but for recognition, and that the recognition it demanded was given freely because the asking was so honest. I set the phone down and sat for a while in the early morning quiet. Then I went upstairs and knocked on Sofia's door. She opened it in her pajamas, clearly just woken, her hair loose. I showed her the review without saying anything. She

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.

Happy reading! 🖤 Alyssa still has her head rested on Darrell's chest, they are both fast asleep, Berk wakes up from his short slumber and walks to where Darrell and Alyssa were sleeping, and shakes Darrell's body continuously until he wakes up. Darrell raised up his head and sees Alyssa sleeping like a baby, above his chest. He lifts up his hand and massages her hair softly, she shrugs a bit and he quickly removed his hand, confused about what to do, he thought for a while and then coughs, the sound of the cough wakes Alyssa up, as soon as she realized what she was lying on and hurriedly stands up from Darrell's chest.

His voice was deep and calm, but filled with an authority that made my body tense. “I was not planning to,” I replied, even though my heart was racing. His eyes studied me with an intensity that felt almost intimate. “You felt it, did you not?” I swallowed hard. “Felt what?” “The Awakening.” The word hit me like a wave. Awakening. My chest tightened. “I do not know what you are talking about.” He took another step closer, and I noticed something strange. The wild heat inside me reacted to him, rising with every move he made. It felt like my entire body recognized him somehow.

I don't ask permission. The city is noisy, alive. I breathe. For the first time in weeks, I feel myself exist outside of them. It's terrifying and exhilarating. I don't see the car. A dull impact. A searing pain. The world tips. Screams. Screeching brakes. Then, darkness. The Awakening The first thing I feel is pain. A dull, deep pain that envelops my entire body. The second thing is their presence. I open my eyes. White ceiling. Smell of antiseptic. Hospital.

“They weren’t rogues. They were… organized. Too calm. Too sure of something they thought I was.” Maxine frowned. “Which is?” I hesitated. That word—awakening—still crawled across my spine. I had heard it in the dark, tied to a chair, breath shaking, Myron unconscious beside me. “She’s awakening,” one of them had said. “If we don’t trigger it now, someone else will.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “They kept talking like there was something inside me. Something that was supposed to… emerge.” Maxine blinked. “Like what? A power?”