Warframe Once Awake 소설 & 이야기

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

He hung in the air, suspended by pure will and ancient power. The Vanguard hesitated. For the first time, something like surprise flickered in their corrupted eyes. "CLASSIFICATION ERROR," one of them broadcast. "SUBJECT DISPLAYS FULL AWAKENING. IMPOSSIBLE. BEACON ACTIVATION WAS—" "You talk too much," Jack growled. He attacked.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

He wouldn’t use a proxy. ​He would come himself. ​I looked at the Glock sitting on the floor within arm's reach. 17 rounds. ​I hoped it was enough. ​3:00 AM. ​I woke up instantly. ​There was no transition from sleep to wakefulness. One second I was dreaming, the next my eyes were open, my hand gripping the gun. ​Something had changed. ​The wind had died down. The forest was silent. ​Too silent. ​I gently eased my arm out from under Ava’s head. She stirred, making a soft noise.

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: LUNA _*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> I woke up sore. Every muscle ached from last night's rogue attack. The scratches on my arms had scabbed over. They'd heal faster than normal because of my wolf healing. But they still hurt. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova was already gone. Probably at breakfast. I grabbed my phone. Three missed texts from Ryder. _*]:min-w-0">

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

He ordered. She didn't woke up and he repeated his action from earlier but it sill had no effect. He couldn't help but chuckle. She sure is a heavy sleeper. "Baby, wake up. It's me Ares, your mate." He said and Thea moved slightly in her sleep. "Ares?" She whispered with close eyes. "I am here baby." He said and Thea opend her eyes ever so slowly. The view in front of her was blurry and she blinked her eyes few times.

His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With an exuberant burst of energy, Bless jumped up from his seat, and his tiny feet pattered on the stage as he ran towards the presenter, who knelt down to his level, extending a shiny trophy towards him. Bless's small hands reached out, trembling with excitement, to accept the trophy. It felt like a treasure from a fairy tale, and he clutched it to his chest with a mix of pride and wonder.

Chapter 38 Alex's POV In the realm between dreams and reality, Alex slowly emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The gradual return of sensation began with a tingling awareness in his fingers, like tendrils of life creeping up his limbs. A dull ache resonated through his head, as if his mind were struggling to break free from the shackles of slumber. As he fought against the weight of darkness, the world around him remained shrouded in obscurity. His breath came out in short pants, anything more would make one of his broken ribs puncture his lungs. Turning into a wolf was sheer agony for him, but it didn't hold a candle to the unearthly pain he was feeling on every part of his body.

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