Breaking The Dawn Part 1 Novels & Stories

Baka dinideliryo na nga yata. Dinampot ko ang phone ni Theros sa bed-side table at suwerteng walang password ito. Hinanap ko agad sa contacts ang pangalan ni Raven at tinawagan iyon. "Theros, mabuti naisipan mong magparamdam— "Raven, si Dawn 'to." Saglit na natahimik ang kabilang linya kaya inakala kong naputol ang tawag. "Dawn. Why are you using Theros' phone?"

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

I use those images because they fit to my own description and actions. Soooooooo with all excitements, buckle your seatbelt, and dive into Medusa's own very world........🤪 Welcome to the first book of BROKEN SERIES....😫 I love all of you guys😘 Xoxoxo Medusa💙🖤

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

POV: Nova Dawn never came softly. It ripped through the sky in streaks of bruised grey and blood red, as if the world knew what was about to happen. I hadn't slept. I couldn't. Kael's words echoed in my head all night, wrapping around my ribs. Until the sun comes up. Tell me all about it. Trust had never felt so heavy before. The first scream broke the silence as I walked through the lower forest paths. It wasn't the loud sound of alarm horns or the commanding shout of soldiers. It was real. People. Omega.

“I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.” Dawn moved forward. Stood between the Second Dark and the pack. Protecting. Defending. Choosing. “You will not erase them. You will not harm them. You will not undo what I chose.” Dawn’s voice was firm. Final. “I am the First Dark. I am the original. I am the strongest. And I say existence continues. Something persists. Life is protected. Accept my choice or leave. Those are your only options.”

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.

Third-person POV Meanwhile, in the ward, Vincenzo sat on the edge of the bed. His hand was clenched tightly in Sofia's grip. She had just let a few fake tears fall, then snuggled closer. "Vincenzo, I'm still a little scared. Can you stay with me a bit longer?" He patted her hand half-heartedly, but his gaze kept drifting toward the window. His mind was consumed by the look of utter despair in Ella's eyes as his men dragged her away.

As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricted now was a foreign feeling. "Harley…" His voice came out strained and faint, but he had to push through the discomfort. "Harley… get up… you have to get up…" Despite his attempts, she didn't so much as stirr and he began to worry about the force Zander had used when he'd struck her with the gun. If he couldn't move, he couldn't help her and their fight would be over before it had even begun. His eyes fell to the side, where he could see a bright red illuminating the entire sky. The blood moon had risen, and the uprising was already underway, yet the effects of the bullet cou