Before Dawn Book Novels & Stories

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

I pull up my hoodie and start walking in earnest 5 hours later, and I'm thinking I made the wrong decision coming in today. It's a Saturday, so work is a little slow. I mean, it's always slow, but it's usually a lot better during weekdays. At least we get some customers then. Since I came in, we've had a total of five people come in here, but only three of them actually got something. The other two just asked for directions to the dawn sky Cafe. That is the popular cafe that everyone knows and loves. Neela breezes in like she owns the building

````Would it be the last dawn?.°```` The pitter-patter on the cabin's roof, the smells of wet ground, the slow and cold breeze, the silence, the ambiance. The world slowly comes to morning, the calming state of early dawn, the calmness that would be addictive after all the storms and wild nights. The way the branches would dance gracefully, the way leaves swayed in the air. The way everything starts a new day, a new dawn, a new morning, a new ambition for some, and another restless day for others.

There was no need to be discreet for now. It was almost sunrise by the time she reached home and she had to sneak inside the apartment as quietly as possible. Her father, grandfather, step-sister and step-mother were still asleep. Her father Zander, in particular, had not long returned from the hunt he'd been on in his section of the city. She could tell this by the fresh smell of strong coffee and cigars, which was his routine after he returned from every hunt, before he went to sleep. Tiptoeing through the front door, she closed it behind her with a gentle click before continuing to her room. Once she made it successfully inside without making too much sound, she breathed a sigh of relief

Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Predator’s Touch ❤️ Early the next morning, Liora was already awake before the first light of dawn touched the sky. She moved about her chamber quietly, bathing with water so cold it bit at her skin but cleared her mind at once.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in.

Elara ------ She woke at five. Not with anxiety — with the specific alertness of a day that had been coming for a long time and had finally arrived. She lay in the dark for a few minutes listening to the city below, already awake, already moving through its ordinary business entirely unaware that somewhere in its morning a book existed that was about to change how some of its people understood the world they lived in. Julian was already awake beside her. She felt it without looking. "Publication day," he said.

not move. She simply sat, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Wolves approached her cautiously, offering food, warmth, words. She did not respond. I sat beside her on the third day. "You are not alone," I said. "I feel alone." "That is the wound talking. It is not the truth." "Then what is the truth?" I took her paw. "The truth is that you are here. You are present. You are alive. The rest is just noise." --- On the fifth day, the cold returned. Not from Dawn—from the sky. A storm of ice and shadow, descending on Silver Creek. The followers had found a new power. Not the void—something else. Something darker. Dawn stood. "I know this storm. It is not from the void. It is from the place before th

The elders sat under the shade of the great oak, murmuring among themselves about old alliances and rivalries that tonight’s gathering might either heal—or rip open. Everywhere I looked, there was movement, urgency, and something else too—anticipation. By the time the sun dipped low and the first streaks of gold began to bleed into the horizon, the air was thick with excitement. Wolves began to shift restlessly, some in anticipation of the moon, others in preparation for the guests. I smoothed my dress, trying to calm the fluttering in my chest.