Emily Until Dawn Novels & Stories

she whispered to herself. The scar throbbed steadily. For the first time, it finally obeyed her. Elira arrived at the house as night began to fall. The sky glowed red behind the hills. She placed her hand on the wooden door, her hands didn't shake but were steady and calm. The scar didn’t flare up this time. With a loud creak, the door opened wide. Inside, a warm light flickered around the room. A fire crackled in the fireplace. A bed stood against the wall, and a mirror sat waiting on the table.

Damon's POV “We have two hours before going downtown to meet with someone else.” I said. Emily had been acting weird, and I knew why. “Okay.” She replied. I stood behind her, but close to her. We were going to the twentieth floor of The Damon Empire. The elevator ride would take about three to five minutes. “Do you have questions?” I asked. “Not really.” Emily replied. “Am I taking this job from someone else?” “She's interim.” I answered her, clearing my throat. It was the truth.

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

"Dr. Dawson?" "Yes?" "I still think those old Black Hollow stories are real," she said, her voice dropping into a serious register. The spring breeze drifting through an open window pane stirred the white dogwood petals scattered across the polished hallway floor molding. I turned my head toward the glass, tracking the massive shadow of the northern ridges towering beyond the town limits. "So do I." Emily studied the lines of my face for a long second, her jaw tensing before she offered a single, quiet nod of her head. Then, her blue sweater blurred into the thick of the passing crowd. I watched her retreat until the hallway swallowed her shape entirely.

She would be his life companion, accompanying him for the rest of his days. As the time for Fajr prayer was still a long way off, Calvin climbed back into bed. Feeling the movement of the mattress, Emily instantly opened her eyes and asked, "Are you awake? Is it already morning?" Emily spoke while keeping her eyes closed. She pulled the blanket over her entire body as the cold air greeted her. The pre-dawn hours always made her shiver. "Feeling cold, dear?" Calvin whispered and also buried himself under the blanket. With her eyes still closed, Emily nodded.

Siguro nagpakuha siya ng inumin niya, hindi naman pamilyar sa akin 'yung sinabi niyang inumin. "I'm Dayton. May I know your name?" Tinitigan ko ang kamay niyang nakalahad sa akin. Tinanggap ko ito. "Dawn Talia." "Are you with someone?" he asked. Umiling ako. "May kasama ako. Umalis lang saglit." Muli akong uminom at narinig ko ang pagtawa niya. Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin. "Bakit ka tumatawa? Mukha ba akong katawa-tawa?"

His head buzzed with anger, his chest burned with the weight of his father’s scorn. He needed air. He needed space. He needed— The scent hit him like lightning. Warm bread. Soap. Wildflowers after rain. His wolf stilled, ears pricking, nose lifting. His pulse spiked, heat flaring low in his belly. Her. Damien slowed, his breath catching, as Emilia stepped from the shadows. She wore a simple cotton dress, her hair dark and loose around her shoulders. She was the maid’s daughter, meant to go unseen, meant to keep her eyes lowered, meant to move silently through the halls of the Blackfang estate like a shadow.

She hoped one day that someone would adore her as well. Emily arrived at the master bedchamber as she heard some commotion inside the room. She rushed forward, opening the huge oak doors before her eyes were greeted with darkness. No gaslights or candles were lighted up in their bedchamber. What is Ian doing in the dark? She mused before the door closed behind her and she felt the body heat behind her.

“You don’t get to do this tonight.” She lifted her chin slightly, forcing herself to stay steady. “I’m not letting you ruin this.” But deep down The fear had already settled. By evening, everything was ready. Emily stepped out of her room slowly. The dress fit perfectly elegant, striking, and quietly dangerous. Even Lila paused when she saw her. “…You look stunning.” Emily forced a small smile. “Let’s just survive tonight.” Downstairs, Ethan was already waiting. When he turned and saw her, he paused

"He says Emily's parents are at the northern site. Both of them. Both alive." I heard Emily exhale. A single, shaking breath that carried sixteen years in it. "Then we have four days," she said. "Let's not waste them." The light in Emily's hands faded slowly. Not suddenly, the way it had arrived, but gradually pulling back from her fingertips the way tide pulls back from sand, leaving the outline of where it had been without quite leaving the feeling of it. Lena stood back from the table with her hand still at her throat and her eyes moving between Emily's hands and Emily's face with the expression of someone adjusting everything they had believed was true about the limits of what they were