Ash Dawn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dawn’s POV: I hoped that I was dead, and that this immense peace I felt was from the inside. But it wasn’t, and I wasn’t dead. When I woke up, I realized that it was now late at night and that I was still on the damp floor of the dungeon and in the position I’d been in earlier. I blinked slowly as I tried to focus on what was happening around me but nothing was, and while the three burly men were nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but be afraid, afraid that they might return.

Elsa's POV "Elsa!" Asher closed his eyes, embracing his fate. How could he? How could he accept death? I shivered, watching in horror as Damon closed in on Asher. His grip tightened, and Asher’s face paled. I looked at everyone, hoping someone would save him. But no one dared to move an inch. And Dane looked at them like he was watching a great show. My heart pounded in my chest, and I screamed inside. But before I could do anything something massive struck Damon, sending him crashing to the ground. Asher coughed. But he was safe.

Daxton was the safest option. But this choice ran deeper than that. For the first time, I could see his bleeding soul. I could see his desire for me. And even though I wanted to pretend that I was just using him, my heart ached for him. Truly. "I, Arya Ravenna Nightshade, accept you, Daxton Alden Kylan Eastwood..." His eyes widened. "...as my fated mate." I moved towards him and embraced him, closing my eyes as power flared through the bond.

I can’t tell if her betrayal is similar to what happened with her and Jamal or is she happy? I just needed to see her once. Talk to her once more, then I could let her go. As the dawn started to break, Dawson finally stirred on the cold, hard floor. Sneering, I watched him sit up, looking disoriented. Honestly, he was unconscious for longer than I expected. Feeling a slight sting in my chest, I silently prayed to the goddess that we wouldn’t have any morning mishaps. I needed to get this meeting out of the way. Fortunately, the momentary pain quickly faded away, as if the gods were granting my wish.

The aroma was very tempting and the finished product looks delicious! After the preparations, I’ve set the table and began waking up the stressed and problematic young girl to eat the dinner I’ve prepared. In my mind, I somehow thank God for making me go into this path. I met a new companion. But this companion of mine has been drained both body and soul and seemed to have a traumatic and tragic past. I do hope she’s ready to open up to me because I really wanted to help her. I slightly tapped the shoulders of the young girl whispering slowly on her left ear.

"There's nothing of Luna in her at all." "Of course, because she's a human, you idiot! You just have to tie her up and then educate her to become Luna. It's hard, but that's what you need to do for her!" I was shocked. "Dash, are you awake?" "The pain stabbing through my chest is so intense, it feels like all the hair on my body is growing inward. I can't even bring myself to pass out like this," Dash said weakly. "Beta Sander, put on another blanket," I said.

“You used my mate.” And then she turned to Darius. But he was already walking away. --- A Shattered Bond That night, the Unity Ceremony lay in ruins. No vows completed. No banners raised. And no peace. Darius stood at the edge of the forest, a lone silhouette beneath a bleeding moon. Behind him, Lyra watched from the battlement—her mark glowing like wildfire, her heart cracked wide ope n. The First Alpha had won loyalty. But lost love. And somewhere deep within Ironfang, a second sleeper stirred… finally awakened by the tremor of Lyra’s pain.

He stood guard by the door; it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he realised his folly. The faint light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Olivia stirred, her mind slowly awakening to the sound of muffled voices outside the door. She blinked her bleary eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It took her a moment to realise she was in Asher's room, nestled in his warm embrace. He was her mate.

She looked at me, lips moving, but no words came out. "Why did you ask to see me?" I broke the silence, my voice icy. She lowered her head, fingers tracing the tabletop. After a long pause, she said, "I had a dream… In it, we went back to the night of the eruption. You dragged me to Grandpa and forced him to leave. Everyone survived, including Adam." "And then?" I smiled faintly before continuing in a calm but sharp tone, "I've had that dream too. In mine, Adam still found out he was terminally ill.

Rowan POV The moment every light in the warehouse shatters— My wolf realizes something terrifying. The hunters outside aren’t the most dangerous thing in this building. She is. And somehow… She’s still mine. ⸻ Darkness crashes over the warehouse like a collapsing wave. Glass explodes overhead as every hanging light bursts at once, fragments scattering across the concrete floor in glittering shards that catch the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through broken windows high above. For a single suspended heartbeat—