Dusk To Dawn Novels & Stories

The sound shattered what remained of the pack house windows and carried across Phoenix. A mate's lament. A promise made. A countdown begun. Dawn was only three hours away.

Then, twilight comes as endless calm and hugs. Dusk teaches the meaning of simple life. About sincerity and willingness in a charming orange series. Beautiful, but fleetingly lost with the night. Dusk can hypnotize many souls; tired. Make forget that what He created will return to Him. Until the night comes, makes me blind How about looking for you in the pitch dark? I'm powerless. Until I realized, your true figure is orange in the twilight. You teach many things until your loss is inevitable.

5 PM. Dawn rose from the eastern horizon and the sky is painted with orange and blue hues, teamed up with the golden rays of the emerging sun. It is a great morning to start everyone's day but not for Dieu. The cold morning breeze messed with his bedroom hair. He was wearing his bedroom robe and sipping a glass of champagne standing on the balcony, brows furrowed. He stays up all night awake waiting for Yakov to call him. Negative thoughts swirled in his head thinking Yakov conspire behind his back or maybe got killed.

"Wanna go on a hunting adventure, that involves a lot of bloodshed" "I'm up for anything that involves you, " Dawn replied and Seth grinned wolfishly. "Then let's fly into the night sky". THE END.

Finally, I climbed onto the bed, seeking refuge in sleep, hoping to escape the lingering sting of his words. The morning light filtered through the window, painting the cabin in a warm glow. I stretched, the remnants of sleep clinging to me. I glanced out the window, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I watched the birds soaring through the clear blue sky. I looked at the clock, surprised to find it was already six in the morning. I reached for the pillow, still warm from Dawzon's presence, and inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of his cologne.

Into the Depths Dawn’s first light crept through the forest canopy as Aria, Caden, and Elara set out from the watchtower, Rollan nestled securely in Aria’s arms. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth, but an undercurrent of unease lingered. They moved swiftly and silently, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves. Caden led the way, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Darius’s loyalists, while Elara followed close behind, her cloaked form blending into the gloom.

In my dreams, the snow wasn't a wall, but a soft, white carpet leading me back to a boy with a silver hair tie and a dream of skyscrapers. As I slept, the shadow king stayed awake, watching over me from across an ocean, waiting for the sun to rise on the final day of the Dawson empire. Daniel Dawson was planning a disappearance, but Adrian Vesper was planning a homecoming. And in the silence of the Alps, the trap was finally, perfectly set.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

It was dark at night. There were a few stars in the sky and a moon illuminating the whole silent forest with its non-luminous light. It was at this particular moment, the chilling breeze of the night became so cold and unendurable for human skin. It was also at this time that the forest and its calmness became so scary and intimidating except for the animal noises that could be heard from the distant part of the woods. At the center of this forest, a pair of beautiful blue eyes flashed open in the middle of the night. Looking at her surroundings, Kathie's face altered into a frown. She was in an unknown place and was surrounded by trees and other horrific things.

he murmurs, though his resolve wavers when she leans in closer. "But—" His hand slips around her waist, rubbing her back gently. "Let me help you," he whispers, silencing any protests. Dawn blushes but doesn’t resist. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lets herself melt into his warmth. --- Half an hour later, Travis steps out of the shower, tying the belt of his bathrobe. His gaze immediately finds Dawn sitting on the bed, rubbing moisturizer on her belly with gentle movements. "Are you hungry?" he asks as he walks toward the closet.