The Great Awakening Books Novels & Stories

“I don't care, I hissed in their faces. There wasn't a mirror in sight here, but I just knew that if there were one, then my anger would have been hot to break it into a million pieces. I tried to calm myself down,but no matter what I did or how hard I tried, it just didn't work. In a fit of rage, I did a quick sweep of the place. Alongside the other things they used for healing obviously, was a huge bookshelf not far away from where I stood. It looked ancient and old, like something my forefathers had used and passed down from generation to generations. Even the air around it pulsed weirdly, and without knowing why the hell that was so, I marched towards it I could feel the rest of the heal

Willow I wake up tucked into my bed, with a small bouquet of white flowers by my side and a bower or silvery blooms overhead. A note on my bedside table in a slanted script has my name on top. I open it and read: Willow, I hope you have slept well. I left you some sweet blossoms to ease any sorrows and remind you of me. There is elixir for strength and recovery in the refrigerator and herbal tea next to your mug. The herbal tea is a human blend that tastes good and soothes the nerves, but isn’t magical. Call me if you need anything, anything at all. I hope to see you at the grand opening, but will understand if you want to stay away from the club.

"Until a mother who lost her young son. On the day of his funeral, she took a blade to her own wrist and to the throat of their pet wolf, calling down the gods, with her final breath to save her people. Now, as the funeral and simultaneous deaths of both the woman and the wolf happened at night, with a super moon as the witness to their sacrifice, the moon goddess answered her cries." Disbelief and something that feels unmistakable as disgust fills me. "It took the sacrifice of a mother to draw the attention of God's? "So the story goes." Max gets up from the bed, walks across the room to the decanter on the coffee table and pours an amber-colored liquid into two glasses. He brings it over t

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

I felt alone and sometimes, I felt like I was cursed. Why hadn’t I discovered my wolf? What did I have to do to awaken it? Whenever other members of the pack go into the woods to shift, I always remain in my room. I spent the entire time crying and praying to the moon goddess. Sometimes, I acted like it didn’t bother me because I was tired of the unending sympathy from my family. But deep down, I wished things were different. Maybe it was the reason my father let me go without a care in the world. Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir.

But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined. The psychic had told us that Daciana was the reincarnation of Azrael, the primordial werewolf who once walked the earth. The stories I had heard about him growing up were terrifying. He was said to be the most powerful and dangerous werewolf to ever exist. His second coming was said to be for the sole purpose of eliminating all werewolves, as the ancestors collectively defeated him then. The news brought a wave of shock and fear to Richard and me.

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.

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

He demanded, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "Only what needs to be done," she said and looked at him with those ancient eyes. "You feel it too, don't you, executioner? The wrongness in her scent and the power that sleeps beneath the surface waiting to wake up?" Rowan slowly let go of her wrist and she reached for me again. I wanted to back away but my feet would not move, and when her fingers touched my forehead, everything exploded into pain, fire and ice all at once. It felt like something inside me that had been locked in chains for my entire life suddenly broke free and came roaring to the surface. My bones started breaking and reforming and I screamed because it hurt more than my

She handed me an envelope from within. "My father used to conceal important papers here. I stumbled upon this yesterday," she explained as she passed me the envelope. "It contains the files of the eleven war prisoners from Ashfall." I opened the envelope and examined the documents. The photos depicted werewolves, battered and filthy, some with bones jutting through their skin. Given the resilience of their regenerative powers, these werewolves must have endured severe battles or torture for them to sustain such severe injuries. Just then, my phone rang. It was Hogan.