Dauntless Novels & Stories

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

We fight on land because they fear us; they fear what they don’t understand and so ultimately destroy it. I swim in the middle of them and reach out to touch a female calf; I look in her inky black eye and swim alongside for a while as she is playful. I swim with them for hours, escorting them further out to sea, letting my troubles leave me. If only I could swim away, far away from my troubles. If only things had been different, I wouldn’t have declared war. There is no going back now, the die has been cast. War favours the brave and ruthless. The sirens are exactly that, fearless, ruthless, brave and we will not rest until we have our revenge.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *

He was teased by friends and acquaintances so the screaming intensified. "Nax, your strength, Daryl! Jonathan and I can't allow that and then only you can allow it!" "Good luck Daryl!" from the men in the back. Daryl laughed and looked at me nervously. "Thank you, Audrey. I'm sorry for my somewhat cliche gimmick. I was really nervous, I just settled for the most common." "It's fine. Though, I'd appreciate more if it's a private surprise. But I appreciate your effort too," I said.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

It spoke with a voice that echoed with otherworldly power, dripping with malice. "You dare trespass in my realm? I am the embodiment of doubt and fear, and you shall succumb to my influence." The horror of the creature was too much! Zane's heart raced, he has never seen something like this not even in his nightmares. He was scared as hell. Claire and Dakota looked towards each other. "Claire, you know what you have to do.." Dakota said without another word. He grabbed Zane from the arm and pushed him away from the danger.

He was at the far end of the bed in a ball-fetal position when the door of his mind opened with a loud bang. Someone was moving faster towards his sanity, warming it with words of enchanting; it was like there was a cyclone inside him. He was moving like his brain was urging him with the energy of an athlete, yet he was anxious. Landon was scared to open his eyes, and it was like there was a vicious monster of a beast that wanted out, and when he made himself sit and rock himself, he kept on rocking. His cries were full of anguish. His head was a carousel of fears whirling out of control, each one pushing his mind into blackness. But suddenly it stopped.

I chirped. "Really?..." he stopped the car and unbuckle his seatbelt. "You are under my turf Shasta. The public knows you as Feinah... Why didn't you go inside the party then?... Tell me..." I averted my gaze and bite my lower lips while bowing, "I just don't see myself fitting for that kind of party..." "Is that so? Not because you're afraid that your father will recognize you?..." My blood boils, out of anger. I throw him a dagger look and laugh while clapping, "Job well done, Rhyiuz... I want to sleep... My head feels like exploding."

I replied as we descended the stairs to the garage. "You only call him..." Jonathan paused momentarily when he realized why we were going to meet with him. I knew what he would say, and it was true. It was only if you wished to commit a full-scale massacre that you would reach out to Daunte. Daunte was worse than me when it came to being ruthless. Despite his cold-blooded nature, there had to be a reason for it. We differed in that respect. Unlike me, Daunte had to have a reason to become the cold-blooded killer he could transform into, whereas I never needed one until Maliyla. All my efforts were motivated by her.

Aurora Silence stretched across the room, thick and alive, like the air itself was holding its breath. Every muscle, every heartbeat, every inhale—tense. Waiting. Daniel was a man of many trades, but when he opened his mouth, he either fucked it up for everyone, shocked the entire room, or unleashed a truth so sharp and dangerous it could cut through empires. That was Daniel—reckless, frighteningly precise.