Emily Until Dawn Novels & Stories

DAWN. “I'm glad that you decided to stay.” Minerva grins at me and I politely return the smile as the small girl runs towards me, almost making me trip, but I'm quick to retake my ground and clutch her in my arms, taking her up in the air. “How are you doing Emily?” I kiss her hair, and she giggles before wrapping her small arms around my neck, mimicking me and kissing my hair just like I did to hers. It's night already and Ryder said we could just stay here since his Dad wants us to stay here for the night anyways which I agreed to, knowing it will be only the two of us at home if we go back, with him disappearing through the night and only returning around dawn.

- a thought flashed through her head. Fifteen minutes later, Emily came out to the very clearing that Jer had told her about. It was really small, as he said: two banks, lit by the dim light of a silvery crescent moon; a small river, five or six meters wide, spilled between them, in which the moonlight was reflected by silver highlights.

It was six thirty in the morning when Emily's phone started ringing. She groaned, still half-buried in sleep, reaching blindly for the device on her nightstand. She'd barely slept, maybe two hours total, her mind replaying Miller's visit over and over, the training discussion, and the worry that had settled into her bones since the moment Jems left for France. She answered without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" she mumbled. "Emily Dawson," a voice said, smooth and unhurried. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

“Em?” Emily turned, her hands shaking but her voice steady. “He wants me alone. Midnight. Highway 54.” Sierra’s eyes widened, but Emily didn’t flinch. “This ends with me,” Emily said. “And it ends tonight.” The clubhouse hummed with life, but Emily moved through it like a ghost. Every voice sounded distant, every clink of a bottle, every rumble of laughter from the bar muffled against the storm in her chest. She’d made up her mind. Midnight wasn’t hours away anymore — it was a heartbeat, pulsing louder with every step.

She smiled when she was done. " Hello it's me, first stage done just two more to go" she smirked. *************** Paris Emily stood up to answer the door bell. " Yes who is it?" She asked " Room service ma'am" the person answered and she opened the door. " Here's your breakfast ma'am and also you have a delivery" the person said and dropped everything before leaving. Emily took the box looking at it confused." What's in here?" She took the note on top. *Wear this for tonight's party. I hope you like them, Ryan*

The others stopped mid-air. Hesitating. Because for the first time— They weren’t sure. Emily took another step forward. And the ground beneath her— Turned to ash. “You came for me…” Her voice echoed. Layered. Powerful. “…so come.” The sky trembled violently. The cracks spread wider. And from beyond them— That massive presence— Finally moved. Emily looked up. And for the first time— There was something in her eyes. Not fear. Not hesitation. Excitement.

She turned and disappeared into the dim, warm safety of the library entrance, the heavy leather doors swinging shut behind her with a dull, pneumatic sigh that felt like the closing of a vault. Ria’s diary entry from that specific four o'clock hour was written on the back of an old utility bill, her pencil lead blunt and thick against the rough grey paper : The light didn't even stay until four today. The fog came up from the canal at three, and now the windows are just square patches of greasy grey that don't let you see the street lamps until they're turned up all the way. He hasn't come back for his boots. I found his summer shoes under the bench—the ones with the thin canvas tops that he

“Daddy! I’m hungry. And Teddy is hungry too.” Emily groaned softly, pulling the blanket over her head. Tyler cracked one eye open, already knowing there was no escaping this. “Aurora,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, “it’s barely morning.” “But it is morning,” Aurora argued, climbing to the bed with confidence. “The sun is up. That means breakfast. Pancakes. With chocolate.” Emily peeked out from under the blanket, a tired smile tugging at her lips. “Good morning, princess.”

————————————————————————————— The pale light of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes, bathing the bedchamber in a muted glow. Emilia stirred, her hazel eyes fluttering open. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was. The grand canopy bed, the gilded furniture, the lingering scent of roses—it all felt foreign. Then, like a tidal wave, the events of the previous day came crashing back: the wedding, the council, the long and tense silence of the night.

When he saw Emma, he could not deny the striking resemblance between Emma and her late mother, Eliza. ‘You will have to find out about Eliza later Emma.’ Elder Ethan thought to himself. The first rays of dawn gently filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns of light on the forest floor. Emma joined the pack, her heart racing with anticipation, as they prepared for their ritualistic morning run. With grace and raw power, they effortlessly weaved through the verdant undergrowth, their synchronized movements echoing like a thunderous symphony through the ancient woods. “Did someone just run past us now?” Emma asked elder Ethan with a shocked look on her face?