Breaking Dawn Novels & Stories

LEGACY Dawn broke over the Highlands the way dawn breaks after the longest nights, slowly, almost hesitantly, as though the sky itself needed time to trust that morning had actually arrived. Elara stood at the mouth of the Ashfall platform, watching gray light spread across hills that had guarded a secret for longer than she'd been alive. She thought, standing there, of everything that had led to this exact moment, a billionaire's death that had seemed, back when this all began, like nothing more than an unusual audit. A hidden account.

“Selena, your beauty is captivating. Your colors are so beautiful, but unfortunately, your value is only like that. You will always be the unique moon in my heart.” 2 Louis woke up in bed, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had been dreaming a very monstrous dream. In his dream he found himself lost in a torrential downpour, the rain was pouring down and everyone could not see him. He kept walking and going until he came to a small house, in that house, the surrounding space was dark and he couldn't see anything. “Run Louis, don't look back, listen to your mother and get out of here. I will protect you…”

Austen's POV I slammed into the barrier, my Alpha power flaring like a supernova. "BREAK!" A flood of golden energy erupted from me, tearing a small, passable crack in the barrier. I dove through it without a second thought. The scene before me made my heart stop. A giant beast was lunging at Evelyn. She was on her knees, her hand trembling as she clutched her stomach. My child... she was still carrying my child! "EVELYN!"

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

Obviously, no one is going to help me beat this mythical creature. “Great. Now I’m dead” I whispered to myself How did this even happen? Few hours earlier… I woke up earlier than the usual. The sun was yet to rise and I estimate the time to be around 5 am in the morning. The first thing I did was to check on Liza. She was still sleeping soundly, so let us not disturb her. I planned on exploring the town today and attempt to sell the remaining of the glass pieces on my pocket. I do hope that they'll accept this so we can have enough money to buy supplies.

37: Royals Dawn is rolling on the bed, it’s now morning but she can’t even sleep. She can’t polish a plan B, if her plan A didn’t go through. A loud knock from the door after a few minutes, she groaned and whined while walking towards the door to open it. “What took you so long?” Kritisha hissed. Dawn was surprised a little when she burst through her door.

Senna "I’m going to be direct with you," Dax said. He didn't knock. Or say good morning... he just walked into the infirmary and shut the door behind him. The sound of the latch clicking felt very loud in the quiet room. I didn't stop what I was doing. I was organizing the little glass bottles of willow bark and mint. My hands were steady, even if my heart was starting to beat a little too fast. I didn't look at him yet.

No grand declara‌tions,‌ no firewor⁠ks—jus⁠t the stead‍y proo‍f of two live‍s finall‌y findi⁠ng rhythm. By t‍he time dawn breaks, the first streaks of light‌ pour through the glas‌s, touching h‍er face. S⁠he wakes s‍l‌owly,‌ blinking at the‌ brightness, then looks up at me. “You didn’t sleep,‍” she‌ says. I shake m⁠y he‍ad. “Didn’t nee‍d to.” She lau⁠ghs softly, a sound⁠ that‍ feels like sunligh‍t. “Y‌ou c⁠an’t liv‌e on adr‌enaline fo‌rev⁠er, Damon.”

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.