Dusk To Dawn Novels & Stories

The Manhattan sunrise painted Elena's office in shades of gold and shadow, but she hadn't slept. Theo's voice echoed through the night, three years of silence broken by desperate need. Her baby brother, begging forgiveness from a sister he'd helped drive away. "Rough night?" Marcus asked, entering with coffee and concern. Their 7 AM meetings had become ritual, planning days that started early and ended late. "Complicated night." Elena accepted the coffee gratefully, her enhanced metabolism burning through caffeine faster than humans. "We have the Morrison Industries presentation at nine?"

If anything, she preferred being awake when she had legs because there were more things she could do with her legs than with a tail. Dawn did not know when the sun rose. He worked through the night, and the dark circles beneath his eyes were evidence of his effort. He kept it up for a few more hours to ensure his locked-in trades were moving in the right direction. Thankfully, most of his trades closed on a positive note, raking in big money to remove him from the ‘peasant’ equation. The trades that did not move favourably, Dawn closed them as quickly as possible to minimise the losses he made. On the whole, he was five million dollars richer.

While Blackwood is away, given a task by David to find Jay Nashville, he is on a mission to search for all the nightclubs and bars. In the early morning, the world is draped in a serene stillness. The sky is adorned with hues of soft pastels, transitioning from the deep blues of night to the gentle pinks and oranges of dawn. The air holds a crispness, carrying with it the promise of a new day. As the first rays of sunlight begins to peek over the horizon, nature awakening from its slumber. The chirping melodies of birds gradually fills the air, their voices harmonizing in a symphony of joy and vitality. The gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional whisper of a gentle breeze adds a subtle

All around us in the wind women and mens shrill whines and cries makes my blood run cold. “One down, more to go.” Athale says with grim satisfaction as she walks to Dawn, a pleased expression on her beautiful face. Dawn grins at her, as an explosion makes both of us fly into the forest. Dawn hits a three, and momentary blackness overcomes our senses.

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

By early morning, I was driving the hornet down the familiar gravel driveway to my old house. The cows were already milked and travelled in a herd as they headed out to a green place to graze in the summer sun. The days would get shorter soon, almost unnoticeable until fall. It would happen just after solstice, my birthday. That was only a few days away. The memory of the darkness taking Mila made me shudder again. I stole a glance at her. She was still humming merrily as she looked out the window.

"Tonight at dusk. At the harbour." By the time Harley, along with Zander, reached the harbour, the sky was almost black. The area was deserted, with only the sound of rushing water and the distant hum and buzz of the busy streets. Harley stopped walking when they were about to pass a derelict building with crumbling bricks and wooden boards where the windows should have been. Zander took a few more steps, but stopped when he realised that she wasn’t beside him. He turned around and arched an eyebrow at her in question.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

Clapping my hands together, I stood. “So, on that note, where are we going?” It turns out, the place my mates had in mind was the infamous City of Dusk and Dawn. Home of the Sun and moon Goddesses, along with the immortal wolves tasked with protecting the citizens and keeping the peace. There was just one problem.