Dawn Is Your Enemy Novels & Stories

"When they took you tonight, I thought that was it. I thought I'd lost you. I can't just stand by while he dismantles your life." Love. The word gave me no comfort. But Julian put his life on the line for me. He took Kain's constant mistreatment when he never needed to. And Kain. His face had gone completely still when I threatened to jump. Blood ran down his neck while he cleaned mine. Neither of them made sense anymore. Yet it's crystal clear who my enemy is.

I don't have to sleep with the motherfucker. Taking a trip to the hospital, I meet up with Jeanne and Killian. Killian has dark eyes like he hasn't slept in the past few days. Jeanne looks better, her cheeks are rosy and she's wearing a blue chiffon dress. She offers me a smile but I know it's fake. It's her way of telling everyone that she's okay. She doesn't want us to worry about her.

Rivals at Dawn, The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, bleeding soft gold and amber through the thick trees surrounding the pack’s territory. Mist clung low to the ground like a shroud, wrapping the world in silence and anticipation. Elena stood alone on the ridge, the wind tugging at her hair and the folds of her cloak. Her eyes scanned the distant treeline where two figures waited, their forms rigid with tension and simmering rage. Damien and Zephyr.

Spark yipped, her golden form wagging her tail, the dawn’s light catching her fur, the hollow’s magic fading, Lila’s spark a guiding star, the battle’s echoes soft. Tess’s voice was steady, hazel eyes warm, her sword at her side, the dawn’s light casting a golden glow on her face, the heat gone, her cloak in tatters, but her stance strong, loyalty her fire, the pack’s legacy her shield, the hollow’s air clean, the curse defeated. “North, then—we’ll find it, Sam. Pack’s stronger than any god.” Dawn growled softly, her golden form rising, the dawn’s light reflecting in her eyes, the red runes gone, Tess’s loyalty a flame, the hollow’s walls still, the dawn a new beginning.

“Spoken like a true mate.” Darius inclined his head, his voice low. “Dawn gives us the cover of fog. If we move before the sun burns it away, we can reach the outpost unseen.” Kael rose to his full height, towering over the both of us, Alpha energy radiating from every line of him. “Then it’s settled. We strike at dawn.”

Damian’s POV Dawn, when it finally came, was the kind that crept—not the dramatic sluice of gold you see in paintings, but the shy, reluctant light of winter. A nearly imperceptible shift: shadows thinning over hardwood, pale blue leaking across the city’s spires, as if the world, too, tiptoed for fear of disturbing her.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

They're all seated when I ask, "Would anyone like anything to drink?" Dawn answers, "No, thank you. We're only here for the book." Lifting the book off my table, I hand it to her. She hands it to Lucy, and she leaves. Empty-handed, Lucy returns to her seat, and Dawn says, "Tell us which spell you were trying to use and why." "The spell against my enemies." "One of us is your enemy?" "Of course not! All my affirmations speak of destroying my enemies, so..."

Diane Dawn is a betrayal. It doesn't bring light, only shades of gray, detailing with cruel precision the scene of my imprisonment: the cold gilding, the luxurious fabrics that smother, the slumbering silhouette of the monster in his armchair. His breathing is steady, deep. A light snore, almost human, escapes his lips. This normalcy is the worst insult.

I brushed past him practically forcing my way into the dorm. “You liar.” I threw the book on his bed and faced him. “Our packs hated each other. We are actually meant to be sworn enemies.” He looked at the book on his bed and then stared back at me. “Dawn you don’t understand.” “I don’t want to hear half truths or cryptocurrency answers. Tell me the truth, are we meant to be sworn enemies? Yes or no?” He scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable. “What do you want me to say Dawn?”