Wakening Essence Novels & Stories

Because systems did not surrender willingly. Unless they recognized something higher inside their own structure. The converged woman looked toward Ethan carefully. “It has accepted the awakening.” Raven immediately turned toward Ethan. “Tell me that’s not true.” But Ethan couldn’t answer. Because deep inside himself— He felt the system changing around him. Not resisting anymore. Welcoming. And somewhere beneath reality itself— Something ancient had stopped sleeping completely. It was awake now. And it finally knew where its vessel was.

"Awake⁠ning to what?" "T⁠o what y​ou are‌," Kieran sa⁠id gen​tly. "You have Luna bloodline, Sera. Supernatural DNA. B⁠ut‌ it's b​een dormant your whole life. Hid⁠den. Waiting." "Waiting for what?"⁠ ‍ "‌For the mate bond," Daxen said. "For us.⁠ Physical intimacy with your mates t​riggers th‌e awakening. Activates what's been sleeping ins‍ide you since‌ you were born."

"And what exactly is different about my essence?" Morana asked him nervously. "Well, Morana, I see the wolf essence in you, strong and powerful." He smiled at her, and she nodded. "I can see the essence of a powerful witch, but one as of yet untrained." Shock flitted across her face now as she listened to him more. "And there is another essence, one that is stronger and more powerful than the other two, but it is still awakening. But when it is fully awakened, it will be quite powerful indeed. This third essence will be the one to rule your aura; it is who you were meant to be all along."

“What do they want with me?” Ariadne exchanged a look with Ianthe. “The message was simple,” Ariadne said. “The Envoys request an audience to greet the newly awakened.’” Alessia frowned seriously. “Newly awakened?” Ianthe tilted her head. “You didn’t just show potential in that arena, Alessia. You awakened something. Your Dual Essence… resonated.” “Resonated?” Alessia repeated, confused. “With the core of Luminary,” Ianthe continued. “It doesn’t happen often. Actually, never in recorded history.”

"The conditioning runs deep." "Fear is natural," the priestess agreed. "But fear must not be allowed to prevent growth." She raised her hands, and I saw symbols beginning to glow on her palms, ancient runes that pulsed with power older than civilization. "The ritual must be performed tonight, while the celestial alignment is perfect. Delay, and the opportunity may not come again for decades." "What ritual?" Liora backed away, but the stone circle contained her, trapping her in the sacred space. "The Awakening," Maya said simply. "A ceremony that will burn away everything false about you and reveal the truth beneath." Her eyes began to glow with the same red light I'd seen in Liora's nightmar

The room felt smaller, the air suddenly heavy with the weight of her words. "I've been looking at archive descriptions of these bearers for six months," Nara continued, her voice gained immense fear. "The eyes. The way the body reacts to old warding magic. The connection to a language that predates the pack hierarchy. The way sacred sites react to your proximity. The sacred flames reacting to your presence at the window sill is one of the listed signs. It is specifically listed as one of the signs that the waking has begun." "The waking," I repeated, the words feeling heavy and foreign in my mouth.

They wanted to see me torn apart inside that labyrinth, desperate to prove to the world that a mere human was entirely unworthy of standing beside their King. ​But those arrogant beasts had no idea what was actually slumbering deep within my veins. ​Taking a slow, deep breath, I pulled my focus inward, centering my mind on the burning vortex of energy hidden in my chest. ​A familiar, searing heat began to ripple outward, settling directly between my shoulder blades. It was the initial awakening phase. The ancient blood dormant within my human flesh began to churn, sending thick, pulsing waves of raw, forbidden power flooding through my nervous system.

Wolves emerged from the shadows — the old blood, Rowan’s kin, even a few ferals, drawn to something deeper. Evelyn’s body shook — not with fear, but with instinct. Her eyes flared. Not just gold. Deeper. The old blood whispered one word: “Awakened.”

The entire chamber seemed to react to the movement. “She was always connected to the system,” Nira continued carefully. “The Awakening only accelerated what already existed.” “No,” I said coldly. “You accelerated it.” Another pulse ripped through the Academy. This time the darkness beneath the chamber surged high enough for everyone to see it clearly. Not just shadows anymore. A shape. Massive. Ancient. Something with too many shifting edges and eyes that glowed faintly beneath layers of darkness. Several instructors screamed. One of the containment guards dropped his weapon entirely. Fear detonated through the room. The entity beneath the Academy was real. And it was waking up.

V I woke up in a cold sweat from a terrible nightmare. In my dream, a pack of wolves had surrounded Richard, Daciana, and me. I had transformed into a werewolf to fight them off, but they had snatched and devoured Daciana right in front of me. My heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath. Richard was sleeping beside me, and my nightmare had woken him up. I told him everything, but he tried to reassure me that nothing bad would happen to Daciana or me. But the fear had already set in, and I couldn't shake it off.