Awakening To Life's New Dawn Novels & Stories

I feel alive, more alive than ever, and I know this night will remain engraved in my memory, in my body, in my soul. And when dawn finally peeks over the horizon, I find myself exhausted, but fulfilled. I look at them, asleep beside me, and a smile floats on my lips. I know this night is only a beginning, that there will be other nights, other awakenings, other discoveries. And I feel ready, ready to live this adventure, to write this story, to vibrate in unison with them.

Alpha Lachlan has lowered his weapon and relaxed the muscles on his body as Beta Mellow tried to force the newborn to come out of its pretense. Blood. The smell of a fresh blood is irresistible on the newborns’ noses. It will awaken their instinct and compells them to shred its skin out of its pretense. Beta Mellow has proven that Alpha Lachlan did not make a mistake in choosing him as his second in command.

"Help! Someone, help me!" I heard loud cries for help. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day my mom's foster daughter, Edith Kellie, jumped into the river. My mother, Evelyn Newbury, leaned over the railing, her heart sinking and rising with Edith. In my previous life, Evelyn had jumped in without hesitation, only for Edith to push her head underwater. The result? Evelyn had drowned, while Edith had been saved.

“They’re right, all of them. We’re your anchors, but you’re ours too.” My heart squeezes. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to do,” I say. “What my… power is for.” Ronnie leans forward, tapping the page with his finger. “Dawn is not destruction,” he says softly. “Dawn is renewal. Light after dark. Truth after illusion. Healing after corruption.” I think of the nine wolves, hollow-eyed and broken, then rising with new breaths. I think of the hunters fleeing. I think of the surge that nearly tore me apart.

Chapter 36: A New Dawn As the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, Emilia, Ryder, Luna, and Asher emerged from the depths of the forest, their spirits buoyed by the sense of unity and purpose that had carried them through their recent trials. The air was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation, as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Tristan's POV In the end, Willa signed the divorce agreement and walked out of the ward in silence. I was still too weary from having just woken up, and I barely managed a couple of sentences with Willa before drowsiness washed over me again. When I finally opened my eyes again, I realized that evening had settled in. Delilah walked into the ward with the warm chicken noodle soup and noticed the divorce agreement with both signatures. She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some."

We all held a collective breath for a beat. “You mean…we have to…kill each other?” The woman who was wringing her hands gasped. A ripple of whispers broke out. “What do we win?” The man’s question broke through the shocked whispers. All eyes turned to him. He was thickly built, his glare hard. A smile tugged at the corner of Kalev’s lips. “A new life,” Kalev replied. “The last survivor will receive a free identity document and the right of residency in District 3. As well as a large sum of money.”

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.

The new dawn, I realized, wasn’t a sunrise over a cleansed world. It was this: people who had been used as tools, sitting at a cheap table with too much food, arguing about nothing and everything, knowing, finally, that what happened in their heads was theirs.

Did she actually make a mistake leaving her son and father behind? Farrah closed her eyes, kneading her forehead gently as she slowly organized her thoughts. She couldn’t afford to have doubts about herself this time. Not only would it not help her achieve her purpose, but it also hinders her companions. Farrah eventually calmed down and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already six am. Everyone’s already walking out of their rooms, either yawning or still had their eyes closed. “Woke up? Clean your faces and have breakfast.” Twilight ordered, pointing to the leftover foods Farrah cooked last night. Gracea reheated it as their breakfast.