Warframe Once Awake Novels & Stories

“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!”

Warriors defend your pack I wake up from my nap and images of my steamy shower sex fill my mind, I'm still wrapped up in the twins but one of our phones is buzzing on the night stand. I shove at Aries to wake him. "Hello beautiful." He says with a sweet smile on his face. "Hey Alpha, that was a nice nap but one of our phones is ringing. Can you look?" Aries pecks my nose and turns to pick up the buzzing phone and answers it.

"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

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!

Because he's a wolf and he's the one killing me. A tingling sensation starts at my arm, another on my throat and spreads to my chest as it feels like my body is pulled up into a strong cradling embrace and a weight is hauled from me. Against all my expectations, my eyes flutter open as darkness starts to recede and a pair of amber eyes in a familiar face are only inches from mine, reflecting a blue glow that brings my sight down to where it's coming from. My brain so cloudy that I stare numbly, with no sense of recognition for a second. Human hands... blue healing glow on my arm and my upper chest and the armor, its laying beside me, dented and curled and slashed and yet I can't get my beari

“Hopefully, he will wake up soon.” I pull a chair up to the side of the bed and sit down. Immediately, I wrap my hand around Tommy’s hand, while my mind focuses on healing him. The familiar tingles begin to shoot through my hand letting me know that my healing power is working. All I can do now is to let my powers continue to work and hope that this will be the day that Tommy wakes up. *** Wyatt POV I look across the top of my desk at Ford and Ben, who are sitting in chairs in front of my desk. “Sorry for Kane leaving, but we need to go ahead and begin preparing for this war.”

The zombie was trying to remember the name of this Dark but he couldn’t. “Do you intend to awaken them all? It’s impossible,” the garrison commander growled. Though there wasn’t a rag of confidence in his voice now. “They’ve been awoken, Sir Glein,” the necromancer chuckled. “They have only to stand up and come.” “But they’re lying in steel coffins!”

I’d burn theirs. My burner buzzed on the table, screen glowing with a single message: UNKNOWN: Assets in place. Hospital secured. Await signal. I smiled, slow and lethal. The game wasn’t over. It was just moving to a new board. 3:15 a.m. – Safehouse war-room

They were designed to strip the Sovereign Gene the moment it flared—to lobotomize a thousand potential gods before they could realize they had wings. ​“The resonance is peaking,” Aris warned, her mental projection sharp with urgency. “The keynote speaker is the catalyst. The moment he hits the podium, they’ll trigger the ‘Harvest.’ If you don’t start the Awakening now, Elara, this room becomes a tomb.”

Aurora didn’t answer immediately. Because something else had appeared. Not from the system. Not from the network. From inside her access layer. A message. Clean. Impossible. Familiar. WELCOME BACK, AURORA. Her pupils tightened slightly. Because she understood what that meant. Not arrival. Not discovery. Reactivation. The system hadn’t been breached. It had been awakened. And she was not the observer of it. She was the trigger. The room held its breath. Even the machines felt quieter now.