Dead By Dawn Book Novels & Stories

Her face turned white all of a sudden as crystals of sweat dripped from her forehead. As shakily stepped inside her condo, the place was completely shrouded in darkness. She frowned but she didn't switch the lights on. She wanted to lock the door but before she knew it, she had been pinned to the wall. Her eyes turned wide as she found herself unable to move, both her hands were held above her head, while the person was caressing her thigh with another hand. His entire weight was crushing her body while the drug was making her weak and desperate.

Elena called into the void. Nothing. But the nothing felt different now. Expectant. Like the moment before lightning strikes. Her body burned on the motel bed, but here in the darkness, Elena felt oddly calm. This was ending or beginning. Death or transformation. After days of agony, either would be welcome. "I'm ready," she whispered to the waiting dark. "Whatever comes next, I'm ready." The darkness shifted. Not answering, not yet. But acknowledging. Soon, it seemed to say. Soon.

- Nadir replied proudly, regaining control of her senses and body, which craved his touch more than ever. - Think carefully.- as he spoke, Samael's eyes began to darken.- None of them refused me, and you won't resist me either.- he wrapped his breath around her, which made her feel weak.- Or you will die.- he added later, watching Nadir slide slightly to the ground. It was only a small part of the Breath of Death that could kill any demon and Samael, as one of the Fallen Angels, could use it. - You won't intimidate me.- Nadir gasped, a little dazed.

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They ate quietly and did their own business after. Xio gets the spare bed for James, and Dawn gets in, in her room, fixing her bed before lying down. She gets the book on the side table, beside her lampshade. She pulled it out from the bag and simply swept away the dust from the front cover. The cover is almost made from metal, -it is rusty and the book title engraved in there, the color is almost fading. “Hmm. This is interesting. I hope I can get something from here.” She thought and then flipped for the first page.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

She held onto a little hope that he would come back and show some mercy. It felt like a long time before Dawn finally heard footsteps outside the door. She wiped her tired eyes and waited too scared to even breath. The door squeaked open and she was met with a tray of hot steaming food and the smell of coffee. “So, tell me where is your precious mate?” Eric snarled causing Dawn to look down at the ground. Her eyes looked sad and she had deep frown lines in her forehead. “He’s dead.” Dawn said quietly. She wished that he was here to save her and kick this stupid cretins ass.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

We did it together, sifting through people's minds like it was an open book. After a while, Dawn grew tired, the strain of using her powers so much in one day taking its toll. She collapsed onto the couch, her head resting against the cushions. “I’m exhausted,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. I sat beside her, brushing a hand over her hair. “You did amazing today, Dawn.” She smiled weakly, her hand reaching out to touch mine. “Thanks, Rhys. But I’m still not as strong as you. I need to be better. I need to be ready for what’s coming.”