The Originals: The Awakening Novels & Stories

"Is the Void Walker attacking?" "No," James replied urgently. "Something beneath the sanctuary is moving. Something old. Something that was supposed to stay asleep." The Originals appeared before the council, their forms flickering with alarm and barely concealed frustration. "The Forgotten is waking," the largest Original announced. "This was always a possibility if the sanctuary's delicate balance was disrupted. The revelation of its true purpose has accelerated the process." "How long until it's fully awake?" someone asked. "Days," an Original replied. "Perhaps less. Once the process begins, it moves with its own momentum."

I demand, voice low. She shivers. “It wasn’t the goddess… it wasn’t Clara… it was older. Something inside me said, ‘She rises.’” My heart slams against my ribs. The Awakening Phrase. The one no wolf has heard for thousands of years. The one tied to the original split of the Moon Goddess. This isn’t just corruption. This is convergence beginning on its own. Not good. Not good at all. “Aria,” I whisper, pushing her hair back, “you tell me the second you feel that voice again. I don’t care where we are.”

--- The Awakening When Fiona’s eyes opened, the world was wrong. Not the dark, cold corridors of the facility. But somewhere else. White walls. Bright lights. A hospital? No. A lab. She tried to move—but couldn’t. Her wrists were strapped down. A sharp sting ran through her arm—an IV. Panic clawed at her chest. Then—a voice. “You’re awake.” Bella. Fiona turned her head, vision still foggy. Bella sat beside her, watching. “You should rest,” Bella said. “It’s almost time.”

Ryker rubs his temples, his anger and affection hitting me at once. “ When I dug many graves and took out the coffins, the Originals found out there was another hybrid roaming around their stupid world. They started searching for that Hybrid and suspected me to be the one who came and woke up one of their sleeping Hybrid mummies. ” He spits, taking his hand off his forehead.

I lick my lip to try and feel out what's so wrong, only to find teeth sharp and long, and a sensation of fur around the edges. I wolfed. I’m a wolf, and I shake it off, shake my head to bring my sight back to clear and fuzz-free, so I can turn and see the others around me. A weird movement that’s ungraceful and dog-like, that knocks me off balance. Nearby, a smaller wolf sits and looks at its paws, as I was, yet it glows too. Blue and surreal, as though the moon has rolled down to illuminate us with her touch, and it’s eerily pretty. Something I have never seen before at an Awakening. They don’t seem to be in pain anymore, either, and I wonder if the worst has passed. None of them is crying

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.

Silas whispered, helping me up. "I'm both," I said, looking at the dark ridge where the white wolves had come from. "And now that the System knows Vespera is awake... they won't send 'Defaults' next time. They'll send the **'Original Hunters'**." --- Elara has embraced her true identity as Vespera, the primordial darkness! She has the power to end the world, but she's chosen to stay Luna for her Pack. But the "Universal Underwriters" have just seen their "Source" wake up, and they're releasing the "Original Hunters"—the beings who captured Vespera the first time. Can the Pack survive a war against the gods who built their cages?**

I was taught as a child many years ago about the Exalted. The Exalted were the name given to the first of their kind. There was one for every race; legend told that when the world needed it most, an Exalted would be reborn and shape the world back to what it was initially meant to be. The Exalted always had three others with them. Their forever mates, Protector, Warrior and Provider, their bond was unbreakable and eternal. “Ayla, you are an Exalted,” I say, knowing she still wouldn’t understand for a while. “You are Alune. The first wolf shifter.”

She alighted at his house and went in without alerting anyone. “Dennis “ she called in the empty hall but no one responded. She proceeded to the bedroom and was shocked by what she saw. “WHAT!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open. The two adulterous pair on my bed was awakened by her scream and got up. She would have never thought that her man will betray her with none other than her step-sister. And felt betrayed and left in anger