Wide Awake Novel Novels & Stories

Novah's POV Dawn bled grey and reluctant through the narrow slit of my window. Not the fiery promise of sunrise, just a slow leaching of the dark, like water soaking into parched earth. I lay still, eyes closed, breathing shallow. The stone beneath my thin mattress was cold, a familiar anchor against the chaos already stirring *within*. *Anchor.* Breath. Cold stone. The rough weave of the blanket. *Layer calm.*

I sat down across from him instead. The silence stretched. He didn't look up from his book. I traced the rim of my glass with my thumb, counting the seconds, counting my breaths. "It's almost two AM," I said finally. "Why are you awake?" He turned a page. Then another. Then he closed the book and looked at me. His eyes were grey and exhausted, shadowed underneath like he hadn't slept in days. The gold flecks near his pupils caught the light, and I felt my wolf stir, lazy and interested, before I shoved her back down.

The soft, golden light of dawn filtered into the guest room where Marcus had spent the night. He stirred awake, his senses sharpening as he rapidly transitioned from the realm of dreams to that of reality. Though it had been years since he’d left the army, there were some things that you never forgot and instincts that never left. That was why Marcus was almost always awake at the crack of dawn, though he was a little surprised by his own punctuality this time as he had spent most of the night both agonizing over hurting Vivienne and trying to pacify his inner bear who was not happy with the scent of misery pouring off their mate.

Mr Nova’s POV I woke up by my desk in a cold sweat. It was still dark outside so I checked my watch. 2am. The page she had written on had absorbed some of my drool. I wiped my mouth and placed the page safely at the back of my journal.

POV: DARIUS (COMA) I wake. Or I think I do. There is no wake. There is no sleep. There is just me, and nothing else, and it feels like falling into a space that doesn’t exist and yet I am inside it and it is inside me.

The gray morning light felt like an accusation. It came in through the high narrow windows of the warehouse in thin, colorless strips, landing across the mattresses without warmth or apology. Just light doing what light does… revealing everything that the dark had been kind enough to leave alone. Aria woke first. She always woke first. It was a habit built from two years of sleeping lightly, of being the only person responsible for everything, of never quite trusting that the world would not rearrange itself the moment she closed her eyes long enough to miss it.

Winter I couldn’t sleep. Tyron’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breathing deep and even against the back of my neck. The room was dark, curtains drawn tight, only the faint silver glow of moonlight sneaking through the gap. My scars itched, phantom pain from the black magic wounds that hadn’t fully healed. Or maybe it was guilt that kept me awake. Guilt and the promise I’d made to Asher. Dawn was still hours away. The garden shed waited. The binding spell waited. Nova waited.

Alaina's pov I woke up in the middle of the night and saw nova sitting on the reading table , doing something on her laptop. ” Nova ” I called as I cleaned my eyes and sat properly on the bed. ” You’re awake? ” She asked still looking at her Laptop. ” Why aren’t you sleeping? ” I asked and she sighed and turned to me. ” Doing something important ” she said as she stood up and came to sit beside me on the bed. ” What are you doing?” I asked and she smiled. ” was just doing some research about your powers ” she said. ” Did you find anything? ” I asked and she nodded negatively. ” You posses some sort of strange powers and according to what I heard from Harley , she said another confessor. Well

Alexei’s POV The sun had climbed the sky, but Novel had yet to wake. I watched the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, a small comfort against the growing unease in my gut. Nearby, the white wolf still lurked in the shadows of the trees, a silent, watchful guardian. We couldn't afford to wait for Novel to stir before beginning the trek to the Land of Illusion. Though we had survived the lone wolf’s attack, the air here felt heavy, as if the very ground were waiting for us to lower our guard.

She turned onto her side, pulled the blanket over her chest, and whispered into the darkness: "Why can't I stop wanting you?" Nova woke to the scent of clean linen and the muted hum of silence. Dusk had settled outside, casting lavender shadows across the bedroom ceiling. The nap hadn't been planned, but her body had folded under exhaustion the moment she touched the sheets. Now, her limbs felt heavy, warm, and too aware of the empty space beside her. She sat up slowly, the blanket slipping from her shoulder. The house was quiet, too quiet. Her pulse jumped. Damian was gone. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, tugging her robe tighter as she padded barefoot toward the hallway. Every so