From The Dawn Till Novels & Stories

Every morning. This time. That was everything. That was, finally, enough. THE END

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Eleven: Elliot's Truth The morning of the meeting was grey and still and smelled of salt coming in off the water. She was up before five. The house was quiet in the specific way it got before Rosa arrived — a baseline quiet, the house itself breathing.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

I take it. Dawn is still hours away.

Outside, the dawn broke clean and bright. No tricks left. Just us.

"I want it all by morning. Everything."

That was the only sound that came out of Erick's lips, because he was too focused on the pleasure in front of his eyes. "Will the war still happen?" "Now is not the time to discuss that issue, darling..." "Just answer, I just want to know." Erick took a deep breath, still not wanting to change his position in Angel's arms. "That war will not be defeated." "When?" "When there's an eclipse." Suddenly Angel's forehead furrowed deeply. "Eclipse? Why wait for the eclipse?" "Because during the eclipse, nature will not favor anyone, and that's when we can fight fairly with the strength of our respective clans."

It Felt Like Heaven on earth and I got too comfortable that I could not even get up. Waking up, I realized that I wasn't in my bed and that I wasn't alone in the bed. I looked around to see a guy sleeping next to me and quickly looked at myself only to realize that I had nothing on me accept the bed sheets and so did the guy. ‘God what had I done?

~Alex~ Dawn broke in soft pinks and golds, painting the sky in the kind of light that made the world feel cleansed, renewed. I stood at the eastern ridge waiting for the sun to rise fully, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. Behind me, the village stirred with quiet energy…pots clinking, laughter in small bursts, footsteps moving with purpose. The preparations had gone well. The gathering felt right. Needed. And Twix would be here soon.

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.