Dawn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Becca rolled her eyes, panting a bit herself. "Beginners luck." She complained. "Doesn't matter... show me the thing." Demitri said, still out of breath. Becca took a deep breath and started jogging again. "It's this way." She said. "MORE?!?!" Demitri whined loudly and ran to keep up. Becca ran up to the clearing she saw in the woods and looked back at Demitri who wasn't too far behind her. He caught up and stood next to her, looking puzzled.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

Meanwhile, Andres was also on his way to Riverville. The previous day, one of his men monitoring Camellia had reported that Dante planned to take her there alone. Hearing this news triggered a wave of intense anxiety in Andres. Frowning deeply, he unconsciously pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding toward his destination. At Riverville, a light drizzle had begun to fall as Camellia and Dante arrived. Ahead then lay a steep, muddy mountain path, inaccessible by car. They would have to walk the rest of the way. After parking the car, Dante opened the trunk and retrieved two umbrellas. He opened one and handed it to Camellia with a thoughtful smile.

PRESENT DAY.. 10:55am… Dimitri Kalashnikov’s safe house. Lily wakes up groggy, disoriented, staring up at the ceiling of a room that was unfamiliar to her. The bed beneath her is soft, but her body was sore-most especially her broken ankle, which was now tightly bandaged. The events of the night just passed, floods into her mind like a deluge; Damian’s dead body, frantic struggle, head spinning.. the man from the alley... She rubbed her temples, hoping somehow she'd make sense of how she'd gotten there.

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 sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke. "Found him!" someone called out. They pulled up the body I had arranged in advance. Only when the evidence was undeniable would Serena and Ethan truly believe I was dead. At the same moment, I was hauled up by the backup I’d arranged in advance. Gus walked over in long strides. "Caleb. Everything's ready. All that's left is waiting for them to walk into the trap." The sun rose slowly. Serena ripped out her IV and wrecked the hospital room. She refused treatment for her leg and insisted on going back to the place we had lived together.

Until Dawn made a sound across the chamber that wasn't crying or contentment but something she hadn't made before. Alert. Aria lifted her head. Dawn was awake. Eyes open. Not tracking. Not counting. Perfectly still and awake in the way that animals went still before something happened. Aria stood. Went to Petra who was already awake, already holding her daughter closer. "It's early," Petra said. "Yes." The mark on Dawn's shoulder was glowing. Not faint. Not barely visible. Proper silver light, pulsing, steady, the rhythm of something that had decided to be present in a way it hadn't been before.

“I’m… surprised you haven’t seen it. Even Dawn wasn’t aware until we told her moments ago.” A cold wave washed over me. “So she knows?” I whispered. “Now she does.” I didn’t know whether to scream, collapse, or run inside. My brain refused to absorb it. My heart refused to accept it. My mouth refused to form another word. Dead. Ethan is dead, those loan sharks have finally killed him and if care is not taken Dawn is next. I took a step back, bumping into my own car. My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths.

Katherine and Dawn watched till she was out of sight. "Let's keep going"Katherine said to Dawn. She grabbed his hands but Dawn refused to move. "What about Mara?, Aren't we supposed to wait for her?"Dawn asked. "Why do you behave so soft?. Mara will come to school once she finds my pet"Katherine kept dragging Dawn. 💎IN THE WOODS💎 Mara kept walking with her head up. She made sure to walk quietly so as not to disturb the wolves and stronger vampires in the wood. She knew there was no way to find the bat that night. She kept searching around quietly.