The Originals: The Awakening Mga Nobela at Kwento

He froze when he saw Tyla sitting up, the last remnants of silver fading from her arms. “Oh dear gods,” he whispered, voice quivering. “It’s begun.” Arthur’s tone sharpened like a blade. “What’s begun?” The healer stepped forward cautiously, like he wasn’t sure Tyla was entirely… safe to approach. “The Awakening,” he said. “The return of the dormant blood. It only happens when the lineage is threatened—or when the wolf comes of age.” Tyla blinked. “I’m twenty-one…” “Yes,” the healer said grimly. “The exact age White Moon Wolves manifested their true power.”

The warning in the Obsidian Archive hadn't been a metaphor. It was a countdown. Three days after the discovery of the First Originals, the sapphire sky of the True Real began to bleed. It didn't turn red or orange with a natural sunset; it turned a flat, lifeless grey. The vibrant colors of the valley—the emerald moss, the violet geothermal vents, the deep amber of the stags' eyes—began to wash out, as if a giant hand were turning down the saturation of the world.

Home. Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church. It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Or maybe it was me who was different, so much had changed in so little time. In all of three days I was assaulted, tried and executed, then reborn as an immortal creature of the night. A blood drinking vampire, who had taken the long way home, to kill my parents, who’d actively participated in my murder.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

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.

He kissed me—a hard, desperate taste of ash and devotion—before the ground beneath us began to shake. A low, rhythmic booming sound started to vibrate through the walls. It wasn't an explosion. It was a heartbeat. "We’re close," I whispered, my wings unfurling instinctively. We rounded a corner and the tunnel opened up into a massive, vaulted chamber that looked like a cathedral made of glass and bone. Thousands of glowing cables—thick as tree trunks—ran from the floor to the ceiling, pulsing with a blinding, white-gold light. And in the center of the room, suspended in a web of mercury, were the Originals.

“Only if you do not need me to help,” Martha chuckled and softly slipped her arm into mine, so we were walking, not as guard and prisoner but as companions. “Only if you tell me all about it,” causing me to giggle as the huge double doors opened and the wall of steam greeted us. Once she had attended to two other girls she helped to wash my long blonde hair with a water jug. “Martha, what is the Awakening?” She sighed, “you’re obviously a bit older than most but you’ve been sheltered. It is the period when you first meet and eventually are accepted by a wolf spirit. Normally happens when you’re a teenager.”

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

I began to link our top warriors to come to Stars hospital room immediately. Stars POV- Felix had left awhile ago so me and Axel decided to just lay here in my hospital bed and watch some Tv. We had been watching this show he put on called The Vampire Diaries, it was honestly crazy to me how the humans made these shows when we actually did exist but they had no real idea. I really liked the sexy guys named the Salvatore brothers they were really hot. “Okay so this is Elena’s best friend Bonnie she’s a witch!” Axel was watching the show intently while unknowingly rubbing my inner thigh.

BOOK 1: THE AWAKENING ~LILY'S POV~ Smash! The glass box slipped from my hand and crashed onto the floor with a sharp sound. I stepped into Tyler's room with my heart racing like a wild stallion. And there, right in front of me, my worst nightmare came true. The Alpha's son, Tyler—the guy who had been my crush for as long as I could remember, the one who had held my hand and promised me an eternity as his only—was holding Audrey in a romantic embrace, making out with her on his sofa.