Wide Awakes Book Novels & Stories

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

My eyes drift closed. The darkness behind my lids is the same as the darkness in the cell. The same suffocating blackness that wraps around my chest and squeezes. I'm so tired. So impossibly, bone-deep tired. Just for a moment, I tell myself. Just a few minutes of sleep. Then I'll wake up. Then I'll keep fighting. Then, the door creaks. My eyes snap open. Footsteps. Light. Careful. Not Kai's heavy tread. Not the guards' careless shuffle. Someone else.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

I lick my lip to try and feel out what's so wrong, only to find teeth sharp and long, and a sensation of fur around the edges. I wolfed. I’m a wolf, and I shake it off, shake my head to bring my sight back to clear and fuzz-free, so I can turn and see the others around me. A weird movement that’s ungraceful and dog-like, that knocks me off balance. Nearby, a smaller wolf sits and looks at its paws, as I was, yet it glows too. Blue and surreal, as though the moon has rolled down to illuminate us with her touch, and it’s eerily pretty. Something I have never seen before at an Awakening. They don’t seem to be in pain anymore, either, and I wonder if the worst has passed. None of them is crying

Tears immediately shot my eyes. Noah slowly woke up next to me. He blinked slept. Saw the three boys. Then me. And smiled. A real, calm smile. I almost really believed it was over. Until my look at the nightstand fell. There was a small wet sheet of paper. This was written in a crippled children's book: WHEN A IS MISSING, THE HOUSE BEGINS AGAIN.

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

But I didn't see anything and only the title of the book and its design seemed to be outdated due to obsolescence. Annoyed I just clos the book and just close my eyes. I have so many questions I want to know the answer too, this book adds. 'How annoying!' **** I yawned as I reached for the alarm on the side of my bed to turn it off. This alarm is also a different kind of alarm, it can really help you wake up at the right time. I slowly got up and went to Cr to take a bath. Just after I put on my uniform, my stomach suddenly swelled up so I immediately grabbed my own stomach.

Amara woke to sunlight the kind that didn’t ask for permission to enter. It slipped through the curtain and painted her face with gold, warm and kind, the way new beginnings often are. For a moment, she just lay there, listening. The city outside was alive distant chatter, a bus pulling away, a child laughing. Ordinary sounds, yet somehow they felt sacred. For the first time in a long while, the quiet didn’t echo. It breathed. She stretched, her fingers brushing the edge of her book on the bedside table. The same one she had written through nights that didn’t end easily. The one that carried every version of her the hurting, the healing, the half-afraid, the half-free.

Chapter 46 Ashley’s POV I woke up to a faint, delicious aroma drifting through the crack of the guest room door, cutting straight through the heavy, suffocating fog of sleep. For a fleeting second, confusion washed over me. I wasn't in that cold, sterile bedroom where I used to wake up with a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I was in Syer’s house.

I swallowed hard, hoping I was wrong, "I think they are trying to get both cells from vampires and werewolves to merge, creating some type of steroid," "Yea... But for who?" "For themselves," Al spoke, "They want to evolve," "Evolve to what?" I asked, He looked over to Amber, who was sniffing the air, listening keenly, not to him but above, "What is it?" "W.I.K.D... Too many to count." "Shit... We have to move and fast. I will stay behind, set the bombs, and d******d that file. Amber takes her... I will catch with you guys"