Warframe Once Awake Novels & Stories

The System wouldn’t do it twice. A player only awakens their core abilities once. The pieces clicked together with an almost audible snap. The vault full of loot. The instinctive moves in the jungle. The way I understood the Game’s vicious rhythms on a bone-deep level, even with my memories gone. I wasn’t a new player. I was a veteran who’d been wiped clean and thrown back into the grinder. Marcus groaned, shifting his weight and jolting me from the revelation. His eyes were clearer now, the potions doing their work. The deep gashes on his arm were knitting together, leaving angry red scars.

to the orbital needle. The Awakening Kael opened his eyes in the integration chair. The Sanctum was silent again. The brass needles retracted from his skull with a soft hiss. He stood up, his legs shaking. He looked in the polished surface of the quartz columns. His right eye was no longer flickering white. It was now a steady, deep violet—the color of the "Integrated" and the "Quenched" combined. He looked "Fixed," but he felt more fragmented than ever. Jace-Prime’s hologram stood before him. The avatar was no longer perfectly steady; there was a tiny, microscopic "jitter" in his digital frame—a bit of noise that hadn't been there before.

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

The last thing I saw was his purple eyes as sleep took over my being. ~ Next Day, 8 am~ I opened my eyes to the beam of lights entering the room through the window. It's a continuation of another day. I sat up on the bed and reached for the Mobile phone Alaris had gotten for me some days ago. I didn't know what to do with it but today, I have an idea. I unlocked it and immediately logged in to my F******k. I glanced at the homepage, nothing much had changed. I was tempted to search for Azeala Pack's group chat when I received a message notification.

Valeria The night before the final battle was heavy with anticipation, but as I stood among the gathered forces of our united packs, I felt a quiet resolve settle over me. The stars above us twinkled like distant watchers, indifferent to the war we were about to wage. My heart was steady, though. I had faced impossible odds before, but this time, I wasn’t alone. Aiden, Rylan, and Kade stood with me, their presence a reminder of the strength we’d built together. The pack—our pack—was ready to follow us into whatever hell Malachai had prepared.

He was exhausted and so deep in his sleep. Without making another attempt to wake him, I adjust my night dress and peel out of bed. My feet hurry toward the door and I twist the knob open. It was the Gamma of the Rogue. He bows his head at the sight of me. “What’s going on, Cormac,” the deep voice of Alpha Arkon echoes behind me and I jerk in a little shock. He was awake. How? He ambles closer, his movement stops beside me. “Speak, Cormac,” he orders.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

A voice called out. Ren turned. Standing on a rooftop opposite him was Jax. The glitch-kid looked stronger now. His avatar was stable. He held a glowing blue sword that looked like it was made of pure data. "Jax," Ren said, uncloaking. "What is happening?" "The Awakening," Jax said, gesturing to the marching NPCs below. "Your code cut their strings, Ren. They stopped following the Admin's script. Now, they're building their own." "Where are the players?" Ren asked. "Where are the regular users?"

“I need it ASAP.” He opened the door. Beta Mellow was already inside the chamber and so is Amari. Maridelle remained gazing only to Alpha Lachlan’s feet to guide herself on where to go, obviously avoiding any eye contact. Beta Mellow and Amari stood up as he entered the chamber. “Beta Mellow,” he called him. When he is certain that he got his full attention, he continued speaking. “Prepare the pack. All our warriors must ready themselves for a bloody war. There is going to be a bloodbath any time soon.”

His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.