Dawn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“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.

They walked down the hall. The staff watched from doorways. Their eyes were curious, scared, hungry for information. Dawson walked past them. His head was high. His shoulders were straight. Brianna walked beside him. In the garden, the first light of dawn was spreading across the grass. "We're going to win this," she said. He looked at her. "I know." She took his hand. They walked into the morning.

“Thank you for everything. My life is a complete mess right now, and you have been so patient and understanding about everything. I really appreciate it.” Dawson smiled and kissed my hand. “Don’t mention it, I’m sure you would do the same for me.” I nodded and smiled, “I’ll be here anytime you need me.” “Come on, it’s getting late. I’ll walk you back to your room.” I grabbed my jacket that I never ended up needing, and Dawson grabbed his bag out of the backseat. As we started walking up the pathway, I could feel eyes on me. Piercing green ones, in particular. Creed is out here somewhere. I didn’t even think about the time. He goes out almost every night to shift.

However, the silly story made Dawn feel a little better. “Let’s count the stars tonight,” he agreed. “After your walking practice. I have seen the improvement, and if you can pass the walking test, we can go out for Taco Bells.” Not in the mood to work, make money or do anything related to the underworld, Dawn decided to take the day off. Spending time with Aqua helped him think less about the guilt and grief. Jericho wanted to see him tonight, and Dawn refused to see his friend with a cloud of depression hovering over him.

Heather POV As I opened the front door of the packhouse, I heard many excited voices. Alpha Shane and Luna Mona are standing on the steps talking with Alpha Sean and Luna Rene as they watch the guys move supplies from the SUV that they arrived in to the military style truck we are taking to the lake. I spot Dawn standing near the back of the truck with her back to me as she inspects Meg’s neck. Quinn has not let that mark fade in any way. I started making my way over to the girls. I stepped up beside Dawn and threw my arm over her shoulder. “Hey sexy, come here often?” Dawn turns with a huge grin on her face, throws her arms around my neck, and tries to crush the life out of me with a hug.

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

Dawn locked the door before she stood in front of a mirror above the cabinet, pulling down the neck of her sweater and observing the injuries on her neck. I looked at her, heavily ladden with guilt. The bruises were almost gone now, her skin was healing and returning back to its bright colour. "Dawn I—" "What are you?" She asked, her voice even. I couldn't look at her, even as she turned around and focused her gaze on my face. I didn't have an answer to her question. 'A demon maybe... A vampire.'

Dawn spoke as she looked so broken and fragile, “fucking bastards! Stefan and his father that bastard uncle of mine, with the help of the council they were able to corrupt me. And declared me as a threat to the coven, so they locked me here, they thought that I would die but I am also a tough nut to crack. I am not going to die that easily. I am going to get back on track and kill them all.” Dawn said with gritted teeth, her face was as pale as paper and her hands were thin and cold as ice, she looked like she was very sick and was on a verge of death but she was barely holding on. Ashely smiled when she saw, she knew that Dawn was the person she had to get on her side at all costs. People d

To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more. "And when is that time Mrs Dawson?" " It's now Mrs Fernandes. The death wolf will rise very soon. Or maybe it has already risen but we are not aware." Deadly silence follows as everyone stares at him in fear. To only make Alexandria to scoff, breaking the deadly silence. "Oh come on! Don't tell me that you believe in this werewolves and mate's thing? They are utter bullsh**" She says challenging him, to only have him scoff. It was the first emotion he displayed and oh boy, did he looked pissed .

Darren asked devoid of what Jerrod had said. “Defend the bridge and other entry points Darren, cut down anyone that comes out of that veil, be it a child or Royce or me even.” “What’s the word?” Darren wanted to be sure. “Jerrod Rooks.” BEGINNING OF THE END Chirping birds sang into the cool early breeze gusting through a calm and peaceful town on the top of a hill. Suddenly an old man, the Chieftain of the town arose from his slumber on hearing screams and cries outside. He was about reaching for his staff by the corner when a Soldier of the Purifiers Creed burst through the cottage door, the Soldier didn’t mind the Chieftain being old; he dragged him out of the cottage without remorse.