Before The Dawn Book Novels & Stories

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “

It was the weirdest sensation she had ever beheld during her whole existence. She knew that she was awake but she didn’t believe that she had actually been asleep. She slowly opened up her eyes to find that she was and naked in a beautifully decorated master bedroom. An uneasy cold tingle shot threw her neck, something was very wrong, she didn’t live alone. Last she checked, she’d just gotten engaged and had found herself implanted within a very successful career path. No! This was something else, she sat up in the bed, pushed the covers off her body and gazed out the massive twin windows that this bedroom sported. She tried to think of what she last remembered doing before she had awoken he

--- The Dawn When the world began to wake, people did not remember exact images — only feelings: serenity, weightlessness, the sensation of being known. Infants woke smiling. The sick stirred with strength. Even machines resumed with quieter hums, their systems self-correcting as though having learned rest. In Ottawa, Raven awoke on the floor beside Sophia, both bathed in faint light from the window. Snow fell softly outside, but it glowed now with a pale internal shimmer — like the Earth itself breathing. Sophia opened her eyes, irises still glowing faintly. “You felt it?” Raven nodded slowly. “Yeah. We were all there.”

Galarva was clueless about my talk of a second chance at life. "Reset button? What are you even talking about? You're not making any sense!" I ended the call and replied Galarva confidently, "Don't worry about them. I've got an ace up my sleeve." I grabbed the megaphone and turned to face the sea of people before me. "Hey, everyone, just hear me out," I called out, clearing my throat for emphasis. "Layden was killed, yes, but not by me. It was Janet's family who did the deed."

The Weight of Dawn The first light of dawn spilled over the valley, painting the rooftops in soft gold. Smoke rose lazily from the chimneys, curling into the pale sky. The scent of bread baking drifted through the air, mingling with the faint tang of dew and pine. Lyra stood at the edge of the rebuilt council hall, her palms pressed against the wooden railing as she watched the village slowly come alive. The world was quiet, save for the rhythmic thud of hammers in the distance and the murmur of morning voices.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Dawn The Dawn was quiet. For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear, pale gold light touching the snow, washing the bloodstained ground in a fragile promise of warmth. Shadowstorm moved through the aftermath with quiet reverence, warriors carrying the bodies of the fallen to the pyre built beyond the treeline, where the snow had been cleared for the farewell. Raven stood before the fire, Shadow and nightfire calm beneath her skin, wrapping her in a quiet strength.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

That was different. She blew out the candle and walked back through the dark to the room where Cain slept, and she got into bed beside him and he moved in his sleep to pull her close, and she lay in the dark with the new knowledge sitting inside her like a coal—warm and dangerous and impossible to put down. She pressed her face into his shoulder and breathed him in and let herself be held, just for a few more hours, before everything changed. --- Dawn came. The horses were ready. Thorne stood at the gate with a face that said everything was as prepared as it was going to get.

Mostly. Dawn came cold and gray. Four of us set out: me, Kael, Auren, Diana. Moonhold disappeared as we crossed the northern pass. Snow blanketed the mountains. Wind carried pine and distant storms. For hours no one spoke. The silence got unbearable. Then Auren ruined it. “You’re staring.” Kael looked up. “What?” Auren smirked. “At her.” My face heated. Kael’s expression darkened. Diana looked amused. I considered pushing all three off the mountain. “You’ve been doing it three days,” Auren said, delighted. “I have not.” “You have.” Kael looked ready to commit murder. Honestly, it was the happiest I’d seen Auren. Grief had been weighing him down. Now he’d discovered humor. A tragedy.