Dawn Age Novels & Stories

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

Her words carried an obvious undertone. Jake looked at me, his expression complicated. His gaze dropped briefly to my clothes before he spoke, his voice tinged with disappointment. “Emma, this isn’t the kind of outfit you should be wearing. Did you rent it or borrow it?” As he spoke, he pulled out a card and held it out to me. “There are two hundred thousand dollars on here. After all, you’re the mother of my child. I can’t just stand and watch you go down the wrong path. I thought you were so decisive in leaving me because you had something better waiting for you, but I didn’t expect… this.”

I remembered when our parents passed away, Silvia was a mess of tears, asking me with her little kid voice, "Joanna, does this mean we don't have a mom and dad anymore?" Back then, I was already numb, juggling the mourners and worrying about our future. However, Silvia's question hit me like a tidal wave. I hugged her tight, sobbing uncontrollably, all the while trying to reassure her. "It's okay, you've still got me." I nearly forgot that I was just a kid, too. "Silvia, I'm only three years older than you." Just three years, but it felt like a lifetime of weight on my shoulders.

"Meeting tonight. Cas has organized the returned people into something I need to assess." "And Dawn." "What about Dawn." "She hasn't done anything in three weeks." He stood too. "Since the void. Since the seven billion. She's just been a baby." "Good." "Good that she's been a baby." "She's four weeks old." Aria started toward the bridge. "She's earned it." He walked beside her. The bridge held. The river moved. The sun stayed out and the temperature stayed above what it needed to stay above for long enough to matter.

I promised myself, the next free afternoon I had I would spend it researching. I finally had some time off from work and tutoring and I went to the library to try to find anything on the Sage Mountain pack, but instead I found a guy sitting there reading. ‘Hi I’m Dawn!’, she said cheerfully. She must be one of those special wolves, I thought. ‘Hi, I’m Jade. Are you here for the conference?’ I asked nicely. ‘Yeah’, Dawn replied, ‘I just needed some time though, being here with everyone brings back a lot of memories, some I rather not revisit’. She must have been another wolf that was captured by Lenore. ‘Where are you from originally?’ I asked. ‘The Sage Mountain pack, I was one of the first’

“Call me Jordan.” “Name’s Dwaine,” he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He’s maybe an inch shorter than me and he’s wearing a black suit that’s not as expensive as Larry’s, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he’s more handsome when he smiles. I don’t see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he’d make a good hookup if he didn’t work for the Pronghorns’ organization. What can I say? I’m twenty-one and I’ve been celibate for months.

Her eyes flashed blue and she unleashed a blast of power that forced the root to let her go and all the trees were shoved backwards. “Remind me not to piss you off”, Dawn remarked as she helped Lena up. “Dawnie, I doubt you could ever piss me off”, the twenty one year old assured her “come on, lets finish this”. The brunette marched off more determined than ever to stop the Green Man. Dawn hurried after her.

Dawn’s mother sighed shaking her head as she walked over to her sad looking daughter. “What is it?” The queen Lycan was suddenly full of concern. “I’m sorry.” Dawn sighed. “What is it?” Her mother demanded. “Nineteen years ago, I had a baby girl.” Dawn said. The words echoed around her. Her mother fell silent and the colour drained from her face. She was speechless. Dawn waited for the impact of her reaction but it did not come. Instead she pulled her into her arms and hugged her. She was sobbing. Dawn was shocked by this. It was not what she had expected at all.

Yes mother". They ate their meal silently this time. The queen's lady royal, and the princess's lady in waiting stood at at the far back of their Ladies waiting. The princess gets up, "father, mother I'm done with my meal, thank you." her lady in waiting draws her chair out, for her to come out. "Wait, sit Dawn, your father has something to tell you" the queen said looking at the king. "Why yes, I do. My jewel, you would be twenty soon. And you've come of age my dear." Dawn thinks to herself in her mind "oh no, not what I'm thinking, please don't be what I'm thinking. I'm not ready yet dad"

"Tonight I'm all yours. And you're all mine." He led her to the wardrobe and took out the wedding dress we had prepared together. It was one of a kind. "Tonight, you wear this dress and I'll wear the groom's suit. We'll make our vows. That way we'll have married each other." He got down on one knee and looked up at her. "But Caleb made this dress himself. He sat in that wheelchair and sewed every stitch. He worked on it for three hundred days and nights. Ethan, I told you I-"