Eman Daybreak Novels & Stories

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

There was dust and debris. “It has... Personality," Anne answered simply. I was so tired that I didn't question it. I just wanted a warm bed and the sweet sleep lulling me to sleep. So when everything was settled I went straight to my room, we had two weeks to enjoy, Vegas wasn't going to run off while I took a nap. *** [Flashback on] Sitting on the floor of the roof, wrapped in a blanket watching the sunrise I realized that I was right when I imagined that the view from here must be breathtaking. I was so absorbed that I didn't notice the movement around me until I heard his voice.

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

~Celina~ I barely slept after the vision. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clara's face. Or rather, the thing wearing Clara's face. Even now, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the camp, a chill lingered in my chest. The deity was alive. And if my vision was accurate, it intended to destroy us all. Early morning, Derek immediately called everyone together. Soon our entire group stood near the campfire. Everyone's attention focused on me as I stepped forward. I took a deep breath and then recounted everything.

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

My mouth instantly waters and my stomach growls. “How long has everyone been awake? It’s still early. The sun is hardly up,” I say, peering out the kitchen window above the sink. The sky is dusted with bright pinks as the sun slowly rises. “Well, we were all a little wired from the full moon last night,” Emmy says, blushing at her mate, as he runs his free hand down her back, almost squeezing her ass, stopping himself knowing there are children around. Daya and Dare don’t seem to care.

The Tremor of Dawn The first rays of dawn bled across the horizon as we emerged from the tunnel, the world around us eerily still. The forest that had once stood thick with ancient trees now seemed reborn—fresh shoots breaking through ash, the air rich with the scent of renewal. But beneath the calm, I could feel it: a pulse echoing through the land, faint but undeniable. The world’s new rhythm, born from the Heart’s release. Edward’s arm brushed against mine as he helped me step over a fallen root. “You’re shaking,” he murmured.

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The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.