Champion Of Dawn Novels & Stories

“All of them end with me being exactly what they want. Dead or useful. Sometimes both.” “That’s how this works,” she said. He huffed. “Speaking of ‘useful’,” he said. “What’s yours say? ‘Champion Ascension?’” She didn’t answer. Her eyes cut away. He followed her gaze. One of her doors glowed a blood‑rich red. SELDANE VAELOR – CHAMPION ASCENSION – PERPETUAL. The arch flickered with images he couldn’t quite make out from here—thrones, stadiums, and bodies. Her silhouette stomping through battle after battle, never falling, always center frame.

She nodded at Cian, then stepped back. My father-in-law stood, once again commanding the room from the center of the dais. “First, I’d like to introduce you to our allies. King Dorian Bloodthorne from the Darkshade Coven, his second-in-command General Zephyr Valtheron, and High Priestess Elaine Thorsson from the Sacred Oak Coven.” He indicated each person as he named them. “They’re joining us here today because you’ll be seeing their people around the tournament grounds tomorrow.”

Since I fought the Council and the Covenant and the Purifiers. Since I became a mother to the most extraordinary child in supernatural history. Luna had been called a weapon, a threat, an abomination. But she'd proven she was none of those things. She was a daughter. A leader. A light in the darkness. The Crimson Dawn. And she was just getting started. I'd conquered death once, six months in the past, to save myself. But my daughter was conquering the future, every single day, to save everyone. That was the true victory.

I was going to have to rain on his parade to save his life. The five augurs hadn't died futilely. The Weave of Fate had shielded the man and it took the augers' fanatical devotion to cut the threads and expose the truth the Host needed most. The Champion – hell, I knew who he was. I chuckled. Tadêfi was confused. The Champion was coming to kill me...me and a bunch of other Amazons, because blood feuds tend to run both ways.

All knew this was a sign that the creature they sought was the Eighth returned. The Ancients were in unanimous agreement that a champion was essential to seek out and defeat the lurking dark entity. Among the ranks of the Fae, many were endowed with great strength and intellect, yet only a select few embodied the untamed spirit and keen wit necessary to track down this elusive shadow. They resolved to embark on a quest to find this exceptional being, one who would receive the bestowed powers essential for triumphing over their adversary. With this victory, their enchanted Realm would be restored to its former state of harmonious splendor. This was their Creation of a Champion.

Dawn spilled across the sky in strokes of gold and crimson, as if the heavens themselves had painted the horizon with fire and hope. For the first time in years, the banners of the Vale dynasty rose over Dawnspire’s highest tower—Serenya’s crest, silver and starlit, gleamed against the morning light.

"I yield." Kael stood, helping Damien up despite having just defeated him. "You fought well." Damien didn't respond, just walked away, his pride clearly wounded. Celeste stepped forward. "The three champions are chosen. Xavier Blackwood, Luna Silvercrest, and Kael Storm. The Oracle will train you. You have until dusk to prepare." The crowd dispersed slowly. I looked across the courtyard and saw Ravencrest standing at the boundary line, watching with his blood red eyes. Beside him stood three figures I hadn't seen before.

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

The High Seer watched, eyes wide. We stood unbowed. A New Dawn. In the early dawn, as smoke curled in the sky, advisors carried the injured. Councillors whispered. We three walked among them solid, blooded, defiant. The High Seer approached. She bowed. “You have saved us today. You have proven the bond is not only revived, but vital.” My chest swelled. Azelia trembled. Beyoncé held stride. Kale’s presence was strong. She said softly, “From this hour forward, you are not challengers. You are our champions. The Moonstone Council and the Three Lunas will stand as one.”

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”