Crack Of Dawn Novels & Stories

Dark energy crackles, lashing out. Get down! Kieran’s voice, useless and frantic, but the instinct is mine. I throw myself sideways. The corrupted earth where I stood explodes. Chunks of blighted soil rain down. The backlash hits the corrupted form. A shriek, unearthly, agonized. The carefully constructed body… fractures . Mossy skin splits, revealing writhing darkness beneath. Glowing veins rupture, spilling sickly light like pus. It stumbles back, clutching at its chest, howling. Not pain. Rage. Betrayal.

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

Mom, one day is not enough," I say. "One day, or get out of the house!" she yells, walking away. I sit on the floor next to the door, weeping. I'm broke; where am I going to get $500 from? I owed Amber almost $1000 US dollars; no matter how wealthy her parents are, knowing her, she will never loan me any more cash until I've paid her back. Still, I was not going to give up. I call her. "What do you want?" she answers the phone.

"You never gave him the chance to explain this time…" "I-" He began, but was quickly cut off. "Oh well, now you're left to fight alone." With another pull, a cracking sound echoed throughout the cave and Mason roared as he felt the bone in his arm snap. He prepared himself for another blow, but it never came. The sound of a sword piercing through skin, a loud cry and a heavy thump followed and Mason found himself able to move. He rolled onto his back and lifted his head partly to see what was happening.

The crystal cracked. For the first time in eons, the god bled.

*Crack—! A crystalline shattering sound ripped through the arena, cutting her shriek off at the throat. Under the stunned gaze of the entire pack, the dull grey surface of the Sacred Stone shattered into a spiderweb of a thousand fissures. From every crack poured a divine, dark-gold light, a tidal wave crashing through a dam. Not lamplight. Not fire. It was a sun that had been trapped in a stone prison for millennia, finally breaking free.

The crack pulsed, a faint crimson glow seeping from its edges like blood from a wound. It wasn’t wide, not yet but its presence was a violation, a reminder that the world they’d fought to save was no longer singular. The air around it carried a strange weight, as if time itself had grown heavy, reluctant to move forward. Rowan stood firm, his blade still drawn, its edge catching the dawn’s light. His eyes didn’t leave the crack, even as the shadow’s words echoed in his mind:

Every crack in the world. A thousand voices screamed in unison, and the sky split open. This wasn’t the battle. This was the beginning

It was almost dawn when we arrived at Kuu’s cave. We were grateful there was no ambush on our way. My body felt sore and the wounds were prickling me to the bone. Caius helped me ride off the horse and carried me inside the cave. I cringe whenever my wounds get grazed by the cloth wrapped around me. Behind us, Namir just followed around and I could see how worried his golden eyes were. I badly wanted to hug him and tell him I’m okay but my body could hardly move.

After saying so, he used internal strength to shatter the head on the ground. Suddenly, there came a scratching sound from the other end of the tunnel. The sound became denser and denser as many unknown creatures in the darkness rushed toward the three people. Xiao Han's face froze. "Watch out! It's the corpse-eating mole cricket!" He sent out some internal strength from his hand and shattered some crickets as their blood splashed.