Breaking Dawn Audiobook Novels & Stories

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Elijah Dawn light spilled into the clearing. Elijah scratched a hand through his dark hair and stared without seeing at the dark swathe of bottle-green pines surrounding them. Pale, fractured sunlight caught the tips of needles and the bends of boughs, highlighting the remnants of birds’ nests and the red belly of a lone robin.

"How have you been?" "Better. I'm seeing a counselor, actually dealing with Elena's death properly this time." He managed a small smile. "You were right. About everything. I needed to heal, not just survive." "I'm glad," Aria said sincerely. Then Dante's hand pressed against her lower back, a subtle but clear gesture of possession. "Alpha Kade," Dante said coolly but politely. "Shall we begin?" The summit opened with Dante presenting the evidence. Sarah's testimony about Moonridge's destruction. The captured Bloodborn's words before he died. The information about Marcus Vane. As he spoke, the assembled wolves grew increasingly agitated.

Dawn broke over the forest like a wound opening across the sky. I watched it from where I had collapsed, my back against a moss covered stone, my body too exhausted to move and my heart too broken to care. The night had passed in fragments of tears and numbness, moments of raw agony followed by stretches of emptiness where I felt nothing at all.

He's not able to make a move if he's in this situation. "Lookie, lookie, over 'ere. Our dear Baxter 'as awaken." A familiar voice of someone with the ugliest accent he ever heard spoken. A thud of sharp blade made his eyes flick open wide. He tried to move his hands but it's tightly knotted at his back. He's doomed. He can't think right. "Good morning to the world! Let's start the show." Klyde smiled happily.

He did not seem to notice the missing bottle count, and now, nobody shall be any wiser. Together, they ate breakfast as Aqua attempted to wriggle her toes separately without success. Dawn only amused himself with her attempt and turned on the radio for news alerts while introducing the mermaid to the music of the human world. Enjoying the different genres of music that she had never heard of before, Aqua found herself nodding along to the beat until she nodded off to dreamland. Dawn checked on her from the corner of his eye and let a small smile appear when the mermaid eventually went to sleep. It was nearing noon, and he thanked his luck for that.

And all I could hear were the desperate cries that escaped my lips as I realized that everything was slipping away. I rose shakily, my vision blurred, my legs unsteady beneath me. Blood trailed down my legs, warm and sticky, but I barely registered the pain. It was nothing compared to the ache spreading through my chest. Everything started to fade, the edges of my vision darkening, pulling me into an eerie silence. My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving ground. The world dissolved around me, the flames and smoke blurring into nothingness, and at last, a quiet stillness settled over me, wrapping me in a deep, heavy darkness.

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. “

The hallway is dark. The corridor is long. And silent. The exit is just at the end. I start to run. The bag bounces on my back. It feels like it takes forever. But just as I make it to the door, I hear a voice whispering through the darkness. "Bria?" I freeze. The voice is like a dagger through my heart. It is Brock. I whirl around to face him. My heart pounds. He steps forward. His features are lit by the moonlight.

Aurora opened her eyes to the soft morning light streaming through the windows. The warmth of the sun kissed her skin, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the serenity of the new day. When she turned, her breath caught in her throat—King Draven lay beside her, his powerful arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her like the most precious treasure.