Realm Walker's Awakening: Realm Walker #2
Realm Walker's Awakening
REALM WALKER
BOOK TWO
WILLOW MCQUERRY
Copyright © 2022 by Willow McQuerry
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This book is for those that are 18 years and older due to the adult situations that happen throughout the book. Please for the love of the old gods, don’t let your 9 year old pick this book up.
Cover done by Cauldron Press
Edited by Jeanine Harrell
This is dedicated to the ones who are tired and have been through so much in life.
It’ll get better, I promise. It won’t happen overnight, but with time and self care, you’ll be able to breathe easier and see the sun again.
In the meantime, be nice to yourself and give yourself the grace you deserve. Accept the help from others who have your best interest in mind.
I see you and you’re doing amazing.
Contents
Author’s Warning
Playlist
Pronunciations
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Thank you
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Author’s Warning
Grab your significant other or BOB for this one. It gets hotter than the last book.
Realm Walker’s Awakening contains elements that can be triggering to some. Please read the list below to see if there is anything that upsets you that’s in this book.
Pregnancy and stillborn. The prologue is in depth, feelings and reactions from a mother finding out her baby is dead in her third trimester. Later in the book you will find out that the baby was born alive and it was a shock to everyone—doctors, nurses, and the parents. If you can’t read it, please don’t be ashamed or feel bad if this is a trigger for you. Take care of yourself and your mental health. You matter more. You can skim over the prologue and still be able to follow the storyline. The story of the pregnancy is told later in the book and by Isa’s mom. It’s graphic and full of emotion. If you want to skip or skim, it’s the beginning of chapter 6.
Graphic adult language and sexual explicit scenes
Graphic deaths
Graphic descriptions of battle and war
Daddy kink that is nothing like the dynamic in real life
Chapter 15 near the end has a sexual assault scene of a man telling Rune he’s going to rape Isa. It’s one sentence as he’s groping her in front of Rune.
Fire
Blood
Mental health: Anxiety, depression, PTSD, survivor’s guilt, hearing things that aren’t there, self deprecating thoughts, suicidal thoughts and confessions of him having a plan of killing everyone before he ended his life
Grief over death of friend that goes into survivor’s guilt
Gore
Christian religion references and creatures
Horror situations with creatures from myths and author’s imagination
Alcohol for recreational use
Kidnapping
Cliffhanger that isn’t a killer like the previous one
Playlist
“Lightning Crashes” by Live
“The In-Between” by In This Moment
“Die Trying” by New Medicine
“Lifetime” by Three Days Grace
“Karma” by Letdown.
“The Pretender” covered by Starkill
“My Blood” by Twenty One Pilots
“Secrets and Lies” by Ruelle
“Stronger” by The Score
“Beauty” by Layto
“Killer Inside of Me” by Willyecho
“Up Down” by Boy Epic
“feel something” by Ba Miller
“it’s okay to be afraid” by Saint Slumber
“Climb” by ADONA
“Fire” by Saint Mesa
“This Is the Beginning” by Ely Eira
“Little Poor Me” by Layto
“Bow - Slowed” by Reyn Hartley
“Killing Butterflies” by Lewis Blissett
“Outside In” by Circle of Dust
“Riverbound” by Comaduster, Mari Kattman
“Everything Is Fine?” by Fight The Fade
“Through Glass” by Stone Sour
“Her Broken Smile” by DEADLIFE, Tessa Hedrick
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons
“Sail” by AWOLNATION
“Scars” by Boy Epic
“Valhalla Calling” covered by Peyton Parrish
“Pray” by Damius, Lo Key
“Losing my Religion” covered by Actual Villains
“Crazy” by Kouga., Harley Bird
“Salt” by Eivør
“Forever” by Labrinth
“Mother” by In This Moment
“NIGHTMARE!” by Slush Puppy
“Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums” by A Perfect Circle
“Mount Everest” by Labrinth
“Dragonfly” by Shaman’s Harvest
“Cross My Heart (Inspired by “My Hero Academia”)” by Fabvl
“The Hills” by The Weekend
“Outside” by Staind
“Suffocate” by Nathan Wagner
“MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” by Elley Duhé
“Afterlife” by Five Finger Death Punch
“Call Me Daddy” by Majinx
“No Place Like You” by Thousand Below
More can be found on my Spotify playlist Realm Walker’s Awakening.
Youtube link here for those who don’t have Spotify.
Pronunciations
Names
Isa: e-sah
Rune: Roone
Hluti: HL-uti
Slátra: Slouw-tra
Hegnan: Heg-nan
Hlíf: HL-eef
Rekja: Rey-kah
Realms
Plapidell: Plap-e-dell
Azola: Ah-zo-la
Faelaxus: Fay-lax-us
Enoqar: E-no-car
Yiokexar: Yo-keh-zar
Prologue
LANA FINLEY
June 29, 1992
It’d been a few hours since I felt my baby girl moving.
For the first two, I pushed it to the side, thinking she was asleep. It wasn’t unusual for her to sleep during the day while I worked around the house. But when I sat on the couch, propped my swollen feet up, and watched TV, she still hadn’t moved.
That was enough to make me worry.
Usually, as I rested, that was when she moved around.
And even as a tiny voice in the back of my head told me this wasn’t good, I set it aside with the thought—not hope because that left an opening that something bad was happening—that my baby was sleeping.
When hour three approached, my eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, ticking by the seconds. I knew something was wrong. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I pushed and prodded my swollen stomach in hopes my baby would move around. But as I kept pushing, she didn’t kick, making my heart stop. All the alarms in my head went off as my pulse thundered in my ears until it was all I heard.
Every worry from the tiny voice at the back of my head, whispering my fears, was stamped out before it grew louder because I didn’t want to give those thoughts any power. It would send me into a spiral that I was trying to avoid.
My eyes flicked to the clock as sweat beaded on my upper lip. The dread built until it became hard to take a breath. I could feel every nerve ending tingle and sweat ooze from my sensitive pores.
I couldn’t keep calm. My chest hur
t as my heart hammered against my chest. And trying to remain cool and not work myself up only made it worse.
Drew was getting off work soon, but I knew I couldn’t wait another hour. I needed to go to the doctor’s office and have them check on my baby girl. But I needed my husband home to take me because he had our only car.
Getting to my feet, I held back a groan from the pressure on my swollen feet and ankles. I strode to the kitchen and snatched up the phone. With shaking fingers, I dialed the doctor’s office three times before I finally got the numbers right. I tried to even my breathing and keep calm as I listened to the line ring.
I squeezed my eyes shut as it kept ringing. It felt like forever as I waited and rubbed my belly, willing my girl to move. For her to show me she was okay and hadn’t left me before giving life a chance.
“I promise to show you the good in life if you just give me a sign you’re okay. Please, baby,” I shakily whispered to her.
I held my breath, hoping she understood and would do as I begged.
A feminine voice came from the other side of the line as she answered the phone.
Blinking rapidly a few times, I didn’t give her time to finish her greeting before I explained what was going on and that I needed to see my doctor today. She agreed, and bless her, stayed calm as she told me to get to the hospital to get checked in at labor and delivery as quickly and safely as I could. She said the doctor would be there waiting for me. I told her I’d be there within the next half hour before I hung up.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to breathe through my panic.
They wanted me to go to labor and delivery. I couldn’t stop my head from spinning and the spots dotting behind my closed eyes. I was bordering on panicking and couldn’t because it wasn’t good for the baby.
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I took several deep, shaky breaths as I dialed Drew’s work phone number with the same shaking fingers. As it rang, I clutched my stomach with my other hand, praying he was nearby and could take the call.
As the line kept ringing, I gritted my teeth and looked around the kitchen. My eyes didn’t stay in one spot. I swallowed back the rising panic as no one answered the fucking phone.
I needed Drew.
I needed him now, and he needed to know something was going on with our child too, dammit!
As I pulled the phone away from my ear, I heard his deep voice and quickly put it back to my ear. In one breath, I explained what was happening and begged him to hurry home so he would take me to the hospital.
By the end of the call, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn’t control my breathing. A lump rose in my throat, and my forehead felt tight with a steady throb while I held back the sobs that so desperately wanted to break free.
I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to worry my husband, and I certainly didn’t want to get it in my head that there was a problem with our baby.
Or worse.
But the tears wouldn’t listen, so I let them fall because the unknown of this situation was scary.
As I waited for the longest fifteen minutes of my life, I did my best to control my breathing and heart rate. I prayed for God to watch over me and my baby. To not take her away from me and keep her safe. I wasn’t sure I had ever prayed this hard before or had gotten to this point of begging for something from Him.
“My sweet girl,” I whispered to my child, my voice cracking from the lump lodged in my throat. My eyes stayed on my stomach as I rubbed at my belly, willing her to move. “You hold on. Fight my sweet baby. Wake up and show me your fire again.”
My eyes snapped to the front door as I heard the familiar rumble of Drew’s pickup. Snatching my purse from the counter, I rushed out the door and locked it behind me. The red truck pulled into the driveway, and I didn’t wait for him to put it in park before I flung the passenger door open. I hoisted myself up in the seat and slammed the door shut.
“Let’s go,” I blurted as I buckled my seatbelt.
I could tell by one look at him that he’d been in a state of panic while coming home. His hazel eyes were on me as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and shifted the gears with the other. His eyes didn’t miss anything as they flicked over my face, taking in the tear tracks on my cheeks and puffy, red eyes. Swallowing hard, he glanced at my stomach with fear flashing across his face.
“Has she moved since we last spoke?” he asked as he pulled out of the driveway and sped to the doctor’s office.
Shaking my head, I licked my dry lips and focused on my breathing. I’d lost count of how many times I reminded myself of this, but I knew it wasn’t good for the baby to get stressed. I took deep, calming breaths I learned in the classes I attended for expecting mothers. My hand stroked over my belly, and I hummed a tune I made up just for her.
But it didn’t help. Nothing helped and wouldn’t help until I felt a movement from my baby to show me she was okay.
And I feared I’d never feel her movement again.
My eyes snapped to Drew at the awful thought.
The awful worry about our baby girl.
I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t think those thoughts.
God wouldn’t bless us with her, only to take her away. Because that’s what she was.
A blessing.
I knew it the moment I found out I was pregnant. There was a shift in me that instinctively knew. And if I were to say it out loud to anyone else, they’d call me crazy or blindly agree like those at church did.
The drive was silent except for a few prodding questions from Drew. Knowing he was as worried as I was, I tried to respond calmly and not sound completely shattered without a verified reason.
When I told him I was pregnant, his face instantly lit up, and tears shone in his eyes. We’d always wanted children, although I wanted to wait a bit longer. I had hoped to start my teaching career first, and for us to be more financially stable. But those plans changed once I saw the positive test.
I wasn’t upset, but more unsure about myself. Drew was my world, and I always thought I couldn’t love anything more than him.
I was wrong.
The love for our baby was so much more than any other love I had ever known.
She was a miracle.
My life, happiness, and purpose revolved around this tiny life, and the fear of something possibly wrong with her ripped me apart.
My eyes flicked back to Drew.
If it made me feel this way, then Drew must’ve felt as torn apart as I did.
After we got to the hospital and checked in with the receptionist, we were led toward my room in labor and delivery by a nurse already waiting for me. I was rushed into it with machines by the bed, which I was to lay back on. Dr. Williams was already waiting for me, and, thankfully, she was calm to keep me from going into a panic.
I had to be calm. I couldn’t freak myself out and think the worst.
I refused.
For the small second I had before I settled on to the bed, I glanced at my husband, taking the strength I needed from him. When our eyes met, he kissed the back of my hand before he wrapped his arms around me in a hug and kissed the crown of my head.