Giantess Dawn Novels & Stories

“That jewel… it reacts to me.” Jaiyana’s fingers lifted instinctively to her throat, brushing the pendant, now pulsing with a faint, steady glow. A shiver traced her spine. She had known it was special—her grandmother’s warning whispered through her mind—but seeing it respond so fiercely to him unsettled her. “My grandmother gave this to me yesterday,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “She said it is … it’s imbued with Usha’s power of the dawn. That it will protect me from what is to come.”

Farrah instinctively activated her ability, creating a green sphere surrounding the car, but like knife to a mud, the monster's nails easily penetrated the sphere. Twilight attacked with her ability, followed by Gracea's ice daggers. Fireballs emerged from Ken's hands one after another, while two stone giants emerged from the land, controlled no one but Jerald. 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨! 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!

She answered. They helped me take off my white dress. Cassandra got a small bronze basin and moistened a white cloth in it. She gently wiped my face and washed my feet. Elena assisted me in wearing the full-skirted gown. The design was just a simple embellishment and what I liked was the color that seemed grayish on the chest, going darker to the skirt. The skirt was puffy due to the layers of petticoat underneath, making it heavy for me to move around.

Meals were brought to me three times a day, but the place felt like it had been forgotten by the outside world. That night, Rosie appeared in a silk nightgown. Her beautiful face was bare of makeup as she gazed at me with a look of tender sorrow. “Evan, don’t blame me for this! I had no choice but to do things this way to make sure nothing went wrong!” Her eyes shimmered with tears. Her pitiful expression was designed to tug at the heartstrings of any man.

Her eyes flashed blue and she unleashed a blast of power that forced the root to let her go and all the trees were shoved backwards. “Remind me not to piss you off”, Dawn remarked as she helped Lena up. “Dawnie, I doubt you could ever piss me off”, the twenty one year old assured her “come on, lets finish this”. The brunette marched off more determined than ever to stop the Green Man. Dawn hurried after her.

Lucia said as her mum walked into a room to drop the baby. The apartment door opened and the lady I recognized from the raid at our pack came in. I remembered that she said her name was Dawn. She was accompanied by two other females. It took me a millisecond to recognize one of them as Rocha's mate. The only female I didn't recognize was the first to greet me. She was so beautiful. Her face was like that of a pixie with a nose that females would kill for.

Driver: “We’ve arrived at the estate. Ms. Dawn is on her way up.” I stood and smoothed out the hem of my shorts just as the doorbell chimed. When I opened the grand double doors, there she was—Dawn, wearing oversized sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, and holding a duffel bag in one hand and her little cousin’s hand in the other. Her mouth dropped open as she looked past me and into the entrance hall. “Girl,” she drawled, dragging out the word like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “You didn’t tell me you were staying at Versailles.”

He had his chief security accompany him inside while the other one waited outside. "Why this bar out of all the good places??" He scoffed as they walked into the bar. Dawn kept on holding his hand tight. "I just want to try it out!!" She chuckled. "Why do I perceive something different from what you just told me??" He snapped as he smiled ghoulishly. "Naa… that's it." She defended. She was 5'8 feet tall, had ebony hair and she wore a black mini gown that exposed her cleavage. She walked briskly, like an angel. Like he was walking through the aisle to marry her off.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Lights. Camera. Red blinking dot. “...And we are live.” I swallowed, tightening my grip on the champagne-toned armrest of the velvety couch. This studio was colder than expected, even though Sasha Grey's presence made it feel like a furnace. Not because she was warm—far from it—but because she burned holes in you with her questions. "With us today is the beautiful, fierce, and newly crowned number three on the list of top female billionaires in New York—Seirra Morgan," Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press.