Warframe Once Awake 소설 & 이야기

The biological power output matches a Tier 2 Awakened individual. My breath caught. An Awakened person? This early in the apocalypse? I thought they wouldn't appear for at least another two weeks. The people who gained powers early in my past life were all terrifying, ruthless warlords who ruled over the ruins of the cities like gods. They were monsters in human skin. I didn't move, my ears straining to hear any sound over the truck's rumble. From the corner, a shadow detached itself from the wall. It didn't make a sound. No footsteps, no rustle of clothing.

Everywhere I looked, people were smiling and talking. It should have been the perfect day. Instead, I spent most of it looking for one person. Kael. The moment several black SUVs from the Voronov Pack entered through the gates, my attention immediately shifted toward them. Warriors climbed out first. Then Alpha Victor appeared. And finally, Kael stepped out.

"We’re leading a **'Jailbreak'**." ### The Luna's Army I raised my hand, the Admin-Key glowing like a beacon for every "Archived" soul in the building. "**[COMMAND: ALL ASSETS... WAKE UP.]**" The sound of shattering glass was deafening. Thousands of pods exploded at once. Floor 12 was no longer a morgue. It was a **War-Room**. Out of the pods stepped knights in rusted armor, cybernetic hackers from 2099, elven archers from forgotten fantasies, and monsters that had been too "Dark" for the Board’s marketing.

Healers staging supplies for both Thorncross and the Hollow operation. I spent an hour with Caen reviewing the northern defensive posture for the city. I spent an hour with Lyra and Mira going over barrier activation protocols. I spent twenty minutes with Dr. Adara, who told me that the Awakening's effects would persist until the moment of severing, then transition rapidly. She was honest about not knowing what that rapid transition felt like from the inside. "Probably unpleasant," she said, with the clinical candor of someone who believed patients deserved truth over comfort.

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Ayla’s POV Waking up in my own bed with my three mates around me was the best feeling in the world. It almost made me forget about the shit storm that was my life right now. If I could stay in this little bubble, I would, but I can’t. “Awake already, Beautiful”, Archer’s voice reached me. I looked over at him, lounging in one of my armchairs. His top had been discarded on the floor somewhere in the night, and he was left in just his trousers. He was looking nothing less than God-like as always.

The scenario was clear like the day it all happened. Fire burning the whole houses in the grand setting, warriors, smashing their swords against each other, burnt bodies lying around and injured people wailing in deep agony, crawling around seeking for help, her vision shakes, turns blurry and a huge beast with wings flew into the scenery of the great war, shoves his fangs into the flesh of the unsuspecting warriors, they grunt in pain and fell down on the ground in anguish. "Aaah..." They all scream in pain. 🖤 A knock on Elena's door suddenly wakes Elena up, bringing her back to the real world, with a quiet groan, she cracks one eye open to look at the display of the fancy clock hung on th

I glanced through the room and saw Lucien sleeping on the couch opposite the bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep and it made my heart flutter. I sat up slowly, feeling a little bit better. But as soon as the blankets came off me, he opened his eyes. “You’re awake.” His voice was low but filled with relief. I honestly couldn’t remember anything that happened before I slept off. The only thing that raced through my mind was the fact that I had discovered my true mate — even without a wolf. Maybe the moon goddess was just watching over me. Maybe she hadn’t truly abandoned me and I wasn’t cursed or anything.

Then my thoughts turned to my phone. "You can predict the garbage truck… and even know exactly when the police would come?" I asked. [Of course. I said I can control the phone now. With internet access, I can see every surveillance camera in the world.] "What exactly are you?" I asked again. It paused for three full seconds before more texts appeared. [I don't know what I am. I only know that I gained consciousness half a month ago. Maybe I entered your phone from outside, maybe I emerged from it. Either way, I don't know what I am.]