Daybreak Graphic Novels & Stories

Alara’s POV The peace broke quietly. Not with screams or blood or the clash of steel but with the subtle wrongness of a dawn that rose too red, staining the horizon like a wound that refused to close. I was already awake when it happened. The Crescent mark had not allowed me any sleep. It pulsed beneath my skin in slow, deliberate beats, each one echoing through my bones like a warning drum. I lay still, counting my breaths, listening to the house.

I was awoken by a buzzing of my phone. Then my eyes were still shut, until a ray of sunlight hit my face from the window. I stretched my hands widely with a yawn as a relief of a good night sleep. I stroke my hairs with my ten fingers repeatedly and released a smile of satisfaction. I took up my phone and tried to make known what the time said as the images weren't so clear yet. It was sharp 7 o'clock. I felt the cool morning breeze rush through the window as it hit me.

Happy reading! 🖤 The Next Day. "Good morning, sleepy head," Said Darrell to Alyssa who just woke up. Darrell was dusting his boots and getting ready. Alyssa gives up a yawn and stretches up her hands weakly then said: "Good morning, gosh! I can't believe it's morning already," then she stands up and walks to a nearby Creek. "Yes, you sure do know how to sleep," Darrell said as he puts on his black boots.

Selfish "I told you, staring is rude." Nalunok ko agad ang pagkaing isinubo ko kaya ako nasamid. Si Theros kasi bigla na lang bumulong sa tainga ko. "O, dahandahan lang Dawn. Drink first." Inabot sa akin ni Phoenix ang isang basong tubig at agad kong ininuman iyon.

"How's your analysis?" Louis asked when he saw the technical team trying to analyze and distill the video. Not when extremely stressed because the video content is too short and mostly focuses on the main character lying on the other bed, Phoebe Edward. Louis couldn't concentrate, he was pacing back and forth when suddenly his phone rang. It was the sound of an email from Louis, he quickly opened his phone to see that it was indeed an email. In the email there was nothing but a line: "The sunflower is on sun and the crows come to find the bait..."

Maren I wake up before the sun does because that is the only time nobody is trying to make me disappear. It is cold at five in the morning, and the floor is harder than it was yesterday. My father hates me, but the water in the well doesn’t care who I am.

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.

The silver, sterile light of an Edmonton dawn cut through the upper windows of the East Wing library, slicing across the concrete floor like a razor blade. It was exactly 05:30. Grace opened her eyes to the harsh reality of the morning, her mind instantly attempting to boot up its standard analytical sequences. But the data parameters were fundamentally broken.

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

Nisha. Griffin finishes taking off his clothes leaving him in boxers, if he were in other circumstances he would enjoy the view, his body is very well worked but I only have my eyes fixed on his that only show one thing, determination, I will be his and nothing and nobody will stop it, take a step towards me and whisper “It's time for you to start begging, beautiful... - he says approaching me, at that moment they knock on the door again, I see how he rolls his eyes and walks to the furniture behind him while they knock on the door again