Black Dawn Series Novels & Stories

I turned my head to the side, ready and listening. “There’s a few people starting to experiment with black magic again. People Callum came in contact with years ago and they’re starting to dig into old, dark things. We’re worried one of them is going to make some headway and start raising demons again,” she explained. “Nothing is going to happen right now, but it will soon, in just under a year. Hecate is having a similar conversation with Ally right now.” I laid my head back down.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

But I looked at it and there was a text message. BENJAMIN - attack coming at you tonight. Be prepared. Two hours after sunset. ME - Vanessa? BENJAMIN - No. He’s sending some heavy hitters. They are going to hurt your army. Make sure they are ready. Well, fuck. My second day as Alpha and there is going to be a vampire attack. I just couldn’t catch a break.

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.

Unknown Shadows at Dawn Serena’s POV “Dare to say it again.” My voice cut through the war chamber, sharp as the blade strapped to my thigh. The scout knelt low, his chest heaving from the ride back. Dust and blood streaked his face. His eyes refused to meet mine. “Ravenfall is no longer relying on soldiers alone,” he whispered hoarsely. “Darius and Bianca… they’ve begun the rituals. Shadow forged beasts are answering their summons.”

Morning fog pressed pale against the enormous windows overlooking the mountains, turning the forest beyond into blurred shadows and silver light. The voices grew clearer near the study. “…not authorizing entry into Nightfall territory without review,” Darius was saying. Elara slowed automatically near the doorway. A man stood across from him near the desk, broad-shouldered and gray-haired with a Nightfall insignia stitched into the sleeve of his coat. One of the older wolves. Security, probably. Neither of them noticed her immediately. “The councils are already pushing back,” the man said quietly. “Blackwater’s escalating because they think they can force a mistake.”

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

"I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I killed Seraphine, my mate, when she tried to free the bloodline from my control. I watched Kaelen die and did nothing to save him. The king cannot be killed by steel or shadow. But he can be unmade. The weapon is not a sword or a dagger or a crown. It is a name. His true name. The one the first wo

“Get them out of here.” But as they moved, a slow clap echoed from the shadows. Aleksander Volkov stepped into the dim light, flanked by armed guards. “Bain Blackwood,” he drawled. “The righteous criminal. How poetic.” Bain lifted his gun. “This ends tonight.” Volkov smirked. “Oh, I hope so.” And then the real war began.