Breaking Dawn Novels & Stories

because that amount of darkness could undoubtedly kill me. "No... I won't do it... I will not leave my mate..." I said, and the light spark flared a little. Suddenly, I felt warmth growing within me. I saw the darkness getting stronger, and I tried to fight it. I felt pain, and the darkness spread. Then I felt warmth, and a soft voice ringing in my ear. "I am here... I´m beside you..." it was Sary, my lovely mate, guiding me home... "Fight it... You can do it..." She said, and then I felt my light increase, and started to drown the darkness. The darkness held on tightly and even while sedated, I felt my body jerking and writhing.

It was a kiss that tasted of snow, copper, and the first true taste of freedom I had ever known in my twenty years of life. Behind us, Kaelen stood watch on the high ridge, his green eyes fixed on the northern peaks where the first pale, golden light of dawn was finally breaking through the heavy winter clouds, signaling the end of the longest night the Blackthorn pack had ever seen, and the beginning of a realm built on the stones of the broken cage.

Remy asks cautiously. Nina doesn’t blink. “I see Paige,” she whispers, “and I see the dawn.” A shiver rolls down my spine, awakening the pulse under my skin. “What does that mean?” Parker asks gently. Nina lifts her chin. “She is the dawn. The beginning of something new. The end of something old. The light that hunters cannot stand under. You feel it, don’t you? All of you.” The guys go still, because she’s not wrong.

Sleep beckoned, but I resisted its siren call—there was just too much at stake. "Hmmmmm," Brock's voice hummed, resonating with ancient wisdom but quivering with a trace of fear. Since our argument a few days ago, I had barely spoken to him, but the weight of exhaustion pulled my eyelids down, plunging me into the deep abyss of sleep. As daylight broke and the birds commenced their songs, heralding the dawn, I awoke with Brock nestled beside me in the intimacy of my bedroom. In repose, his long, dark eyelashes kissed his cheeks softly, fluttering against the theater of his dreams.

57 ~Celina~ The next morning, I stepped out of the cabin even before the sun rose. Tilting my head up, I took a deep breath of the cool mountain air. The scent of pine and smoke from last night’s fire lingered in the air. Even though I had wokrn up early, Derek was already waiting outside. As he stood there with his back toward me, I took a moment to watch his silhouette. His broad shoulders illuminated by the pale morning light, he looked as if he stepped out of a painting.

Those creatures were real as well, it was only a matter of time until events within the realm would start to echo the event she just witnessed. Looking across her room to the arch way which led to the balcony, she noticed that it was daylight and Cassandra told her to meet her at the palace gate's when she awoke. She got up and grabbed her clothes and began to get dressed. She slipped on her an all-black sleeveless shirt then put on her hooded jacket that she'd worn the day she arrived. After putting on her pants and boots she walked in front of the mirror and studied her reflection for a few moments. She noticed that her right eye's color was fading, almost as if it was trying to change. Al

Duke jumped in happiness and checked his account through his phone and that only made him squeal like a teenage girl "... earlier this noon, a group of armed men broke into a mansion in *****, witnesses said that the men entered with high caliber guns and left the mansion with many bags which was suspect to be money, but the owner of the house has not yet been reported any complaints with the authorities..." "Oh thank you so much Christmas! I'll make my mama dance with a money made skirt!" He exclaimed and runs towards his room to get a bag, he's going to withdraw some pinch of money, half to send to his family and half to buy all the foods he would want to eat just for tonight.

Alpha Dwane's POV I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. The sun was slowly rising, casting a warm glow across the room. I turned my head to the side and saw Melina sleeping peacefully next to me. She looked so beautiful in the morning light as her hair cascaded over her pillow. I couldn't help but smile as I stared at her. I whispered thanks to the moon goddess for blessing me with such a beautiful mate. I leaned over and gave her a light kiss on her forehead, not wanting to disturb her sleep.

POV: Mira Dawn broke softly the morning after Karlon’s defeat, as if the sky itself couldn’t decide whether to celebrate or grieve. Smoke hung in the air above the Human Quarters and the Compound’s outskirts, a spectral reminder of last night’s turmoil. The streets were choked with debris—splintered wood, shattered glass, and the remains of lives wrenched apart by violence.

Ryan POV. The dawn broke cool and clear, a stark contrast to the tumultuous night. Darren lay sprawled beside me on the makeshift bed of furs and blankets in my secluded cabin. He was still asleep, his breathing soft and even, his face slack with exhaustion. Bruises, faint but visible, flowered on his shoulders where my nails had dug in, and on his neck, the mark of my claiming bite still a stark red.