Warframe Once Awake Novels & Stories

“We will survive this.” Hours slipped by in slow, suffocating silence. My eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, I drifted into a restless half-sleep. When I woke, the light from the narrow window told me it was morning or something close to it. My body screamed in pain from the cold, unyielding floor. Every muscle ached. I groaned softly, trying to stretch, when the heavy doors opened again. Two warriors entered, their expressions blank and impassive. It has always been that way with the pack warriors. They were trained to be emotionless and dangerous, no matter the situation.

“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.

Not fear. Not shock. Recognition. “The awakening…” Elyria whispered. “…completed.” Seraphine slowly pushed herself upright against the broken pillar. And for the first time since entering the chamber— she looked uncertain. Because this was no longer unstable resonance. No longer partial awakening. This was full Elyrion power. Above the chamber— every wolf in Nightfall felt it. Warriors froze mid-step. Council guards staggered. Even Lucien’s breathing stopped for one brief second as the resonance slammed through him completely.

A hidden function inside the prison reactor began unlocking. A message appeared in front of her eyes. [TRIAL RESPONSE PROTOCOL AVAILABLE] Lyra frowned. “What’s that?” She opened the menu. A single command appeared. ACTIVATE SYSTEM AVATAR Adrian saw the glow in her eyes. “What did the system give you?” Lyra slowly smiled. “…A bigger weapon.” Outside the city walls, the creature raised its head for another attack. But inside the reactor network, something ancient began waking up. Something built specifically for moments like this.

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

The ache of waking up to an empty bed, wondering if I pushed the only man who ever truly saw me too far away. But I couldn’t afford to miss him. Not now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A week later, our counterstrike was ready. I stood atop the Montrose tower, wind cutting through my suit, hair pinned back like a crown of war. Below, armored vehicles rolled into formation. Drones scanned the horizon. My empire—fractured, bleeding—was moving like a single beast under my command. "Initiate Phase One," I said into the comm. "Confirmed. Strike teams en route."

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?

--- Scene 2: The Crownless Don't Sleep POV: Jayce Navarro | Location: Underground War Room | Time: 6:21 AM Jayce stood before a hologram map of Valeburn. Zones blinked red, yellow, and green. Zone 3 had erupted again. Zone 7 had gone dark. Zone 1 was “stabilizing”—Navarro code for barely bleeding. He hadn’t slept in 34 hours. Behind him, Reina—ex-Crownless sniper turned ally—paced with her arms folded. “You’re burning the candle at both ends,” she said. Jayce didn’t flinch. “The candle’s dead. I’m burning the matches now.”