Ash Dawn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

“Because he told me the child will not need a living mother once the crown answers properly.” The room went cold. For a moment, every person saw Ashina not as the maid who stole, lied, and poisoned but as another woman standing before Adolphus’s knife. Daciana’s face did not soften. But her eyes changed. That was worse for Ashina, perhaps, because being seen without being forgiven is its own kind of punishment. “Where is the first Blood Feather book?” Daciana asked. Ashina looked toward the windows, where night had begun spreading over Blackfang like ink poured across old wounds.

Author Pov Peering his eyes open Damon extended his arm to bring the cause of his warmth back in his arms but instead met with coldness. He instantly looked beside him and was met with an empty bed. His heartbeat accelerated and fear crept up in his veins not finding her near him. Instantly jumping off the bed he let the blanket fell off the bed. He was only in his sweatpants as he took a shower before sleeping. He looked around like a mad man in panic and finally heaving out a huge sigh of relief he found her standing in the balcony. His princess.

It is just perfect, she is perfect just as I wished her to be. It has been the best night so far and yet the night has just started. I want to make her feel what I felt all these years and make up for all the time we have lost. Sierra Shit. It wasn’t a dream. Faris is still in my bed, proving all my wild fantasies from the night before weren’t just incredible dreams. Even the devil sleeps, apparently.

“Selena, your beauty is captivating. Your colors are so beautiful, but unfortunately, your value is only like that. You will always be the unique moon in my heart.” 2 Louis woke up in bed, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had been dreaming a very monstrous dream. In his dream he found himself lost in a torrential downpour, the rain was pouring down and everyone could not see him. He kept walking and going until he came to a small house, in that house, the surrounding space was dark and he couldn't see anything. “Run Louis, don't look back, listen to your mother and get out of here. I will protect you…”

Her eyes were teary, her face full of meaning. Dasha looked at me intently. “Alpha Edmon, what are you telling everyone? It's not right,” Dasha said. “It's true, I will choose you as my mate. Haven't you always been my fated mate?” I explained to her that what I said was true. Dasha looked away in a random direction. I felt guilty, involving her in my domestic problems. “Your decision will only make things worse, I don't want them to misunderstand.” Dasha was getting nervous, especially since Luna Yelena was accusing her of something else.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

GRACE'S POV Without so much as a warning, Susan dropped the shorts, successfully flashing me just before the shirt she had on covered her up. I looked away, using my hand to block my vision. “Okay, woah.” “What?” She asked innocently. “Nothing. Thank you for flashing me though. Very much needed morning visual.” She laughed. “Oh, please. We're all the same.” She grabbed her things and made her way down the corridor. “I need to shower my sins away. Please, have breakfast ready by the time I'm out.”

"I know. You're still new. You're trying to keep up. But Aiden is so fallen, Ashira. You don't like to see what happened to him while you're gone. Its- I haven't seen that part of him." I feel like every blood in my veins drained. Mixed images of Aiden flashed in my head. What happened to him? When I woke up last night, he let his emotions flow right through me. Its... sad. "Aiden looks like he's being eaten by darkness last night. So please be careful, Ashira." #MannyMontanaILoveYou

[Dawn] “Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate.