Dusk Until Dawn 2 Novels & Stories

I should deal with the emotions I’ve repressed for the last fifteen years. “Not yet.” “When you’re ready,” he says softly and kisses me. I sip my arm around his neck, kissing him back harder. I’m so fucking grateful for him. We’re both naked, with the covers on my bed tangled around us from having sex not that long ago. “What time is it?” I ask, not feeling sleepy but not wanting to get up and move away from Lucas. “About an hour until sunset. You slept for three hours.”

" Upstairs, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Dante watched Andres with his frostbitten expression and the shattered remains of his phone on the ground. A faint, cold smile curled at Dante's lips as he sent a quick message to Gideon: [Thanks for the help.]

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

She closed her eyes only to wake up in the cave. The wind is howling, thunder is rumbling and the storm is at its peak. The water creaked through the rocks of the cave and dropped little by little on her head. She got up and saw her arms and legs were bruised. She could see Aathiyan’s blood all over the place and the copper stench of blood filled in the air. “You woke up at last,” Aathiyan was relieved. “Get out of here,” he said hoping that it would reach her ears but there’s no sign from her side. She looked dizzy and she crawled to take up the lamp.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

The Swiss police arrived within thirty minutes. Chloe stood on the terrace of Gideon's villa, watching the convoy of black vehicles wind their way up the mountain road. The setting sun had fully disappeared now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and blues. The first stars were beginning to appear, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. It was beautiful, peaceful—the kind of night that made you forget, even for a moment, the horrors that had led you here.

He pushed at my shoulders, the consistent movement pushing the drowsiness off me. I tried to sit up, but my head felt like it was filled with lead. My tongue was thick, and my throat was parched. "What... what time is it?" I croaked. "It’s nearly dusk, Kael! You’ve been out for twelve fucking hours," Drew shouted, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. Twelve hours? That’s…how did it take that long? "The duel starts in less than thirty minutes. Silas and the elders are already at the field. The entire pack is waiting. They think you’ve tucked tail and run!"

His arm wrapped around my shoulders, warm and steady. "You were incredible tonight." He murmured against my hair. "We were incredible." I corrected. "Together." He smiled, and nodded shortly. "Together." We stood there as the sun rose over Duskwind, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and the first pale silver of a new day. Behind us, in a quiet cabin at the edge of the compound, Morwen closed her eyes for the last time. Her thread, thin and golden, pulsed once. Then it faded into the web, woven into