Warframe Once Awake Novels & Stories

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.

Then, slowly, it turned and disappeared into the trees. Wayne woke with a start. His chest rose and fell too fast. For a second, he didn’t know where he was until he saw the faint outline of the Alpha’s cloak draped across his bed. He didn’t remember falling asleep under it. Outside, dawn broke across the Bloodfang compound. The first calls of warriors echoed through the training field. Somewhere in the distance, Darius’s voice carried low and commanding, rallying his men like nothing had happened. Wayne pulled the silk sheet tighter, breathing in the faint, grounding scent that belonged only to Darius.

“That is not the Shadow.” “What is it then?” Aria whispered. Dax’s face went pale. “That is the Last Alpha Guardian,” he said. “And it only awakens when war is coming. The fortress began to shake violently as a loud roar echoed from the deep. Aria’s hand flew instinctively to her stomach. The child stirred. And somewhere far from them, the packs began to howl.

“…Let’s see how far you’ve come,” A voice whispered Not through the Echo. Not through the system. But through something deeper. Lyra’s eyes widened. Then the moment shattered. “Lyra!” Adrian’s voice cut through. She snapped back. Focused. “Engage,” she said. The guardians moved. The creature roared. And the desert exploded into war. [SYSTEM STATUS: FULL COMBAT MODE INITIATED] [PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: DEFEND THE TOWER] [UNKNOWN CONTROLLER: ACTIVE] The war had begun.

As the recently chosen Protector, I knew I had to show power and unity, even though I had doubts inside. Just as I was about to call the meeting to order, Asher's team returned. They are half-carried, half-dragged a wild-eyed werewolf between them. “We caught him near the border,” Asher reported. “He keeps babbling about something called 'the awakening.'” The captured werewolf's eyes rolled wildly, focusing on nothing. “It comes,” he muttered, his voice raspy and strained. “The awakening… the old powers… returning…” Then he collapsed, unconscious.

“You think you’re in control now? Funny, you Darius. Now you listen. The ward will fall. Your pack will fall. Tonight, you will lose your pack and your territory.” As Roric’s voice rose, drawing everyone’s focus, Dalian caught something out of the corner of his eye—a figure that moved too quickly and quietly coming from inside the lodge. It was Roric’s Luna. She didn’t look at them. Her eyes were locked on the Junazus Stone as she walked right toward it. “Alpha, look!” Lucian shouted, his voice tight with panic, pointing behind Roric. “His Luna! She’s activating it!” Dalian’s eyes shot to where Lucian was pointing. The Luna stood by the Junazus Stone. Her hands were already on it. She wasn’t

when footsteps hit the top of the stairs. We all pause and look up. Jaxon appears, barefoot, wearing loose sweats and one of my old hoodies that he definitely stole. His hair is messy, his eyes half-lidded like he’s still half-asleep. He stands there for a second, blinking down at us like we’re a strange dream he stumbled into. “Are we... gambling?” His voice is scratchy with sleep. Quinn waves a hand. “Nah, just friendly theft between teammates.”

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

“Doctor Brock, something is wrong with Alpha Wyatt. I need you in his office immediately.” As I turn my attention back to Wyatt, both the Supreme Elder and Doctor Brock chime, “Okay.” I quickly nudge Wyatt’s shoulder a little harder. “Alpha Wyatt wake up. Alpha, you need to wake up.” My breath hitches as his body suddenly goes limp. Shit. He is now unconscious. I quickly grab his shoulders and shake him harder than my previous nudges. “Alpha Wyatt! Don’t scare me like this! Wake up!”

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l